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Weekly Contest #355
Iris did not know, when she stepped out of her squished little brownstone on Cobble Hill, that she was going to die. Of course, everyone dies eventually, but for Iris it was far more immediate. It was a brisk autumn morning, which is of no great significance except that Iris had not thought to bring her coat. Instead, she shivered as she marched down the street. Intent on not rubbing her arms. Hiding the extent of her chill from passersby who certainly wouldn’t have noticed. “Brooklyn Heights Promenade. Green vest. Exactly at nine-o-clock....
Tick. Tick. Tick.There is a heaviness in the air. A tension so thick you could cut it with a butter knife. A dull one. It’s only the clock that stirs. Ticking incessantly as if to remind me that time is running out.Tick. Tick. Tick. “Miss Cabot, the guests are arriving.”I nod and push myself to my feet, managing to maintain an air of grace despite the way my heart thunders. I’m wearing red, Barton’s favorite color, but I’ve left my throat bare.An invitation.St. Sterling Manor is a curious thing. It was built, if the rumors are to be believed...
Weekly Contest #353
The fire crackled. Sparks of ash shot into the air and lit the night sky with their own kind of starlight. It was beautiful, in a way. And yet it was also terrifying. The shadows it cast along the treeline were unnatural. Dark, ominous beasts that flickered out of existence the moment they began to turn into something more. Justice watched them, there and gone in an eyeblink, with the same sense of unease as a ferryman that watches a thundercloud.“Morning comes, Truth Bringer.” Marcus said, pulling her from her thoughts. “We must go.” Justic...
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