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Submitted to Contest #337
She couldn't find it anywhere, even though it ought to be here somewhere. She had already turned everything upside down. Damn it! She stopped by the wall, in front of the French window, and looked around again. Eerie order, sky-high luxury, and something that evoked the atmosphere of a ship’s cabin. These three principles dominated this room. It had been untouched since the Master left. She broke this untouched state when she turned over the pitch-black decorative pillows on the canopied bed, lifted the lid of the antique piano, meticulously...
Submitted to Contest #330
"What about her?" The girl was wearing a long, cherry-red gown and a similar shade of blush on her cheeks. Her posture was a little stiff and her demeanour anxious, but her smile was charming and her features innocent. "Ah, too ordinary." Sam leaned casually against the balcony railing, just like her. They adopted each other's posture, a glass of champagne in their hands, watching the crowd dance, drink, and chat easily in the night. Most of the girls were dressed in vibrant colours, choosing shades that matched their aura or perceived mood....
Submitted to Contest #328
DELIA The Collective. This is where those who have nowhere else to go end up. Those who can no longer fit into society. Those whose minds have been destroyed by drugs. Cripples and drifters, or those who have been unlucky. Children and the elderly are already one breath away from death. People the world wants to make disappear. The Collective is a fortress with rules darker than the walls themselves. If I count correctly, I've been here for about a year. I made one mistake, just one, and ended up here.It's said to be impossible to escape fro...
"Damn it!" she shouted into the night as she shook a starfish off of her soaking wet body. "I hate the sea." As she waded ashore, her boots squelching in the soft sand, she stared at her hands, her dark veins vivid in the moonlight, her nails long and sharp again. She ran her fingers through her hair, which clung to her in cold, tangled strands like seaweed, and although she couldn't see it in the dim light, she was sure it had regained its shiny golden colour. The sea washes everything clean, even curses. Her wounds had healed, and her vita...
Submitted to Contest #322
"Wait."I pause and slowly, carefully turn back to him."Stay a little more"His request is a plea addressed to me, in the garden that was our temple for a few minutes. We have only just met, but there is already something familiar about him. Something cool, which doesn’t bother me despite the winter freeze. Something quiet, which blends in with the silence of the landscape.Everyone avoids this place, the old O’Connor estate, where lightning struck on a stormy night and set everything on fire. The owner of the house and the entire staff were bu...
Submitted to Contest #319
She was almost ready. Clothes on, bag packed, a touch of makeup applied. Just a hint of blush on her cheeks, a sheer layer of mascara, and—of course—enough concealer to hide the tattoo at her neckline. Her outfit was simple but elegant: a silky black shirt paired with fitted black pants. Comfortable, easy to move in, yet still sharp. She studied her reflection. Good. Now, her hair. Once a vibrant golden, it had taken on a cooler, silvery sheen, fading little by little every day. The more light she used, the less like the sunlight it seemed.W...
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