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Weekly Contest #368
I have always belonged to the dark. Not the frightening kind people warn children about, but the other darkness—the deep, endless place beyond moonlight, beyond dreams, where unfinished wishes drift like tiny lanterns and forgotten longings continue to glow long after the people who made them have stopped believing.That is where I live.If live is the right word for someone like me.I have no footsteps unless someone dreams them. No voice unless the wind lends me one. No face except the one a lonely heart remembers. Most nights I am little mor...
Born in a small, shadowed town, the middle child of mixed ethnicities, Ethel faced a world filled with hatred and mockery. In a time when being different was seen as a flaw, she became a target not just from children but also from teachers and authority figures. Her name, old-fashioned and out of place, stood in stark contrast to her siblings, Lily and Billy. While Lily danced joyfully in the sun and Billy laughed with ease, Ethel drifted through life like a ghost—unnoticed and unloved. She was a product of a moment of violence, a lingering ...
Weekly Contest #348
The evening was quiet, the kind that wrapped around Major Sarah Fields like a soft blanket, enveloping her in a comforting stillness. The world outside seemed to slow down as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through her window. But that tranquility shattered abruptly when a sudden, sharp knock echoed through her home, jolting her from her reverie. Instinctively, she reached for the service weapon holstered at her side, her heart racing in response to the unexpected intrusion. Another knock came, more insistent this time,...
Weekly Contest #333
I was awakened for my usual 12 AM trip to the restroom. My eyes barely opened, I stumbled out of my cozy, carpeted room onto the icy hardwood floor of the hallway. The jarring chill shot through my feet like an electric shock, racing up my legs and sending a shiver through my spine. I always kept my warm, fuzzy slippers by the door, but I never remembered them until the cold had fully jolted me awake and my bladder was acutely aware of its fullness. As I hurried down the short hallway, the portrait of my grandmother as a young woman always s...
Weekly Contest #331
With tears streaming down my face, I violently shook the snow globe, watching the tiny glittery imitation snow whirling around inside it. The delicate flakes danced and twirled, reminiscent of the magical world I had just left behind. In that realm, the snow had a life of its own, falling downward, then upward, and down again, like the globe when flipped upside down, then righted again. The tiny teal and glitter-painted castle in the globe resembled those found in a fish tank—small and contained. But in the magical world, it had transformed ...
Weekly Contest #330
My best friend is a ghost. This is the story of how that happened. The tiny green traffic light blurred by the wintery mist, glowing in the distance like a beacon of hope. Its light cut through the dark expanse of the night sky, a stark contrast to the glistening white frost that covered the ground. The irony of its meaning weighed heavily on me. The green light promised a future and whispered of freedom, urging me to take that leap and finally escape the pain and guilt that had held me captive for so long. Yet, the memories of laughter and ...
Weekly Contest #329
My life, in the not-so-distant past, revolved around deadlines, coffee runs, and the endless scroll of social media. I, Tara, was a slightly awkward graphic designer who had just entered the murky waters of online dating. My friends assured me it was the future of romance, but I had my doubts. My profile picture was a carefully curated shot of me at a friend's wedding, looking radiant and slightly tipsy. I was ready to find love, or at the very least, a good story to tell my friends. One fateful evening, as I was swiping through profiles lik...
Weekly Contest #325
The evening was quiet, the kind that wrapped around Major Sarah Fields like a soft blanket when a sudden knock shattered the stillness. A seasoned military intelligence agent, she instinctively reached for the service weapon holstered at her side, feeling a sense of unease creeping up her spine. The knock came again, more insistent this time, and she approached the door, her heart racing. As she turned the knob and pulled the door open, a fierce wind rushed in, swirling around her like a cyclone. It was so strong that it knocked her back a ...
CW: Suicide or self-harm, implied sexual violence, mental health Born in a small, shadowed town, the middle child of mixed ethnicities, Ethel faced a world filled with hatred and mockery. In a time when being different was seen as a flaw, she became a target not just from children but also from teachers and authority figures. Her name, old-fashioned and out of place, stood in stark contrast to her siblings, Lily and Billy. While Lily danced joyfully in the sun and Billy laughed with ease, Ethel drifted through life like a ghost—unnoticed and...
Weekly Contest #319
Weekly Contest #221
Susan’s Pond The tiny green traffic light blurred by the wintery mist glowed in the distance. Its glow was a stark contrast to the dark black sky and the glistening white frosted ground. The irony of what it represented struck me. The green light, a future and a hope for freedom glinting and winking, almost knowingly, at me signaled my go ahead to take that leap and finally leave behind the pain and guilt of this place which held me captive for so long. Yet, all the memories of fun adventures before that one fateful night were like the con...
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