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Weekly Contest #303
Wandering. That is all she did. She didn’t remember when she started. Or when she would stop. She walked. Sometimes she ran. The soil was warm under her feet. It was almost like she could feel the hum of Earth Mother through it. The pine needles picked and prodded at her. Leaving scratches on her deep brown skin. They reminded her that she was real. A breathing, walking human. Not a spirit or a phantom of the forest.The forest stretched for miles- or it seemed, because no matter how far she walked, she never reached the other side. She was o...
Weekly Contest #294
Fear. Anticipation. A bubbly rage. These are all what people normally feel when looking at the “The Twisted Soulmates” painted by Sir Arthur Stall many many years ago. They say the painting was one of his last. That you could feel the pure devotion to the painting poured into every brushstroke. The last work of a dead man. The call for help as his insanity slowly took over. They say the night he finished the last stroke the same night he took his last breath. You could just almost feel what he felt that night. The high of a long awaite...
Weekly Contest #270
***TW*** gore, blood, m*der, trauma, drugs, abuse They used to tell me patience is a virtue. A virtue that should be practiced every second of every day. From the moment you open your eyes to the moment they close at night. From your first breath to your last wispy draw of air. And by they, I meant the Great Nuns of St.Petersburg’s Chapel. The Chapel is where many people- including myself- drew our first breaths, and even some drew their last; seeking peace with god. This chapel is the same place that I grew up in for eighteen years of ...
Weekly Contest #255
**TW** This story contains alcohol abuse, suicide, and mental health issues A young mother stood in her kitchen of her and her son's house. A house she worked her ass off for. All the late night had payed off when she was about to get this little house they call home. "Mommy" called out a little boy sitting in another room then his mother. The young women known as "mommy" was spreading peanut butter on some bread to make a pb and j for her little boy. "One second baby. I'm getting your lunch." she said in response. "mommy"...
Weekly Contest #254
The kings' castle was full of laughter and light. It bounced off the walls and spread the joy of the night. The happiness of the night was contradicting the natural gloomy and goth look of the castle. Hundreds of people dancing, eating, and drinking till their life's content. A beautiful young women stepped out of a carriage with the help of her brother. She wore a dress layered dress, each a descending shade of green. The neckline being heartshaped and a dark green corset looking bodice. Her dark brown hair was twisted into braids that...
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