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Weekly Contest #340
The knife entered below his ribs with a precision that felt almost surgical.He understood, in that moment before the pain arrived, that this was how it would end. The blade was cold against his organs, a foreign object where no foreign object should be. He tried to draw breath for a scream, but his lungs had become uncooperative, collapsing like punctured balloons.Blood spread across his shirt with surprising warmth, a heat that seemed incongruous with the coldness of the steel still lodged in his abdomen.He looked up and saw his own face st...
Weekly Contest #335
CW: Mental health, grief They were born six minutes apart. Jacob first. Then Michael. Identical in every way. Same dark eyes. Same crooked smile. Same laugh that made their mother cry with joy. Perfect. Healthy. Whole. For eight years, they were inseparable. Finished each other's sentences. Felt each other's pain. Wore matching clothes, not because their mother made them, but because they wanted to. Two halves of the same soul, their father used to say. Then the heart murmurs appeared. Jacob collapsed first. During soccer practice. Just drop...
Weekly Contest #328
When the ship fell from the sky, no one fired.It wasn’t restraint. It was hesitation. The distress signal had been tracked for 14 days. The vessel smoldered in the mountains, broken ribs of metal jutting from its hull like bones.They emerged, limping. Human-like torsos and limbs, but heads like octopuses. Their translator devices blinked green as they bowed.They said their planet had died screaming.Oceans first. Then soil. Then sky.Civil war only hastened what starvation had already begun.What few survived fled in silence, guided only by the...
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