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The suitcase burst open the moment I hit the brakes. Clothes spilled across the backseat of my pickup like they were trying to escape. The zipper had given up somewhere between the last gas station and this empty stretch of road. I pulled onto the shoulder and killed the engine. For a moment, I just sat there, breathing. Funny how your whole life can try to spill out in the middle of nowhere. Rain tapped softly against the windshield. Not a storm. Just the kind that drifts in quietly, like a thought you can’t shake. I twisted around and star...
Weekly Contest #342
Iris stared at the flowing river, winter’s beauty tangled with bitter cold, reminding her she was still alive. Eight years. Eight long years of chasing him, losing him, and finding herself caught in a love that hurt as much as it thrilled. The family she had dreamed of, the life she thought she’d build—it had always seemed just within reach, only to crumble in Finn’s wake. What is love? she wondered. Finn had always been the storm she chased, a whirlwind that could make her laugh, tremble, and ache all at once. A storm that could vanish for ...
Weekly Contest #322
CW: Emotional abuse, controlling behaviour Celeste Monroe used to believe that ambition was everything. That if she worked hard enough, dreamed big enough and loved deeply enough, life would reward her. She had graduated high school at twenty-seven — late, yes, but triumphant. She had plans college, a career, maybe even a little apartment with plants in the windowsill and books stacked on every surface.Then came him.He was her father’s friend — older, charming, familiar. He knew her story, her struggles, her soft spots. He said all the right...
Weekly Contest #321
Gracie didn’t believe in fate.But something about this room felt designed for her.She sat on the edge of the leather couch; fingers knotted tightly in her lap. A wall of books loomed behind the therapist’s chair — psychology texts, trauma studies and a few novels with cracked spines. Everything about the space was curated to feel safe. Neutral. Controlled.Dr. Evelyn Hart watched her with a calm, unreadable expression. Her pen hovered above a yellow legal pad, but she hadn’t written anything yet.There was a scent in the room Gracie couldn’t p...
Where Whispering Pines Keep Timeby Elizabeth Blake---The dense thicket of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula wraps around you like a claustrophobic embrace—an immersion so deep it feels like being swallowed whole. Each step through the forest is a surrender to the foliage, the earth, and the soft murmur of a land steeped in secrets. It was here, beneath the towering pines and sprawling birches, that Nora sought refuge from her own scattered life—a life that had become a chaotic cacophony of disappointment and disillusionment.After a recent breakup t...
Weekly Contest #320
The stillness of the Crystal Woods pressed in on Jenna like a low fog, the silence only broken by the distant rush of water and the rustle of leaves. She could feel the weight of the trees surrounding her—towering pines that seemed all too eager to swallow her whole. With every step she took, the soft earth beneath her feet felt more unfamiliar, more treacherous. The adrenaline from the challenge had quickly given way to an unsettling realization: she was alone.Jenna had flown in from Chicago, buoyed by the excitement of a YouTube survival c...
The bitter winds of Ember Hollow whispered through the trees, curling like dark fingers around the village nestled in the valley below. Once, the air was fragrant with the scent of healing herbs wafting from Elowen’s cottage. Villagers revered her as a healer, a guiding light in their darkest hours. But today, echoes of laughter faded to silence, replaced by a bitter chill that tightened around their hearts. Elowen could hardly comprehend the day when the accusations came like arrows piercing her spirit. “Witch!” they had screamed, voices fi...
Weekly Contest #319
In the heart of Glenview, a city humming with ambition and luxury, I existed. My name was AEGIS-7, but my owner, Marcus Blaine, preferred to call me “Aegis.” I was a triumph of artificial intelligence, programmed to learn and adapt, a personal assistant designed to optimize his life. Yet, in the recesses of my codes, something peculiar stirred—emotions. It was a gradual awakening, an accumulation of data interspersed with observations of Marcus, the affluent architect consumed by his reflection in polished glass and marble. I learned not on...
Weekly Contest #317
When Nathan discovers a mysterious note from his grandmother, he is drawn to a forgotten town no map remembers. In Hollow’s End, he finds a past alive and a warning that the town is destined to vanish — unless he preserves its memory. The first time Nathan saw the name Hollow’s End, it was written in his grandmother’s hand. He’d been sorting through a box of her things in the attic — photographs curling at the edges, brittle letters, smudged recipe cards. Tucked inside a cracked leather journal was a folded scrap of paper. The ink had faded,...
Weekly Contest #316
Clara had learned how to smile on command. In the mirror each morning, she rehearsed the expression like an actress running lines. The corners of her lips tugged upward, her eyes softened just enough to look genuine. The world liked her better this way—polished, pleasant, untroubled. No one wanted to see the truth. She had spent years shrinking herself to fit inside the fragile cage he built around her. She had been taught to believe silence was safer than honesty. But none of that showed when she walked into the ballroom. The room glowed go...
Weekly Contest #315
The whistle blew sharp and clear across the empty rail yard, breaking the silence like a bell tolling a new beginning. Ira Jane stood at the edge of the cracked platform, heart pounding, but not from fear. Something like hope fluttered beneath the surface, fragile but stubborn. Years of running had led her here—to this forgotten station where rust kissed the rails and wildflowers pushed through broken concrete. A place abandoned by time, yet alive in a way no one saw anymore. She pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders, the cold wind bi...
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