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Weekly Contest #53
Leaning against a brick wall Jones eyed the lemon flavored popsicle in his hand. The melted crystals dripped down onto his hand leaving behind a sticky trail. Jones stared at the popsicle with a forlorn look before letting out a long sad sigh. He turned to look at the men surrounding him. There were five of them in total, and since none of them had a name he decided to do the only logical thing. Name them. The first man was rather short and burly and he had a long scar on his face. Maybe Shorty. No def...
Weekly Contest #52
Trigger warning: depictions of suicide He should not be there standing in front of her. Standing with his arms crossed and a too big grin on his lips. She should not be seeing his unrealistic chestnut hair nor the heart shaped birthmark right above his crooked eyebrow. He shouldn’t be staring at her with his piercing dark grey eyes. He shouldn’t be here. He should be dead. He should be laying in his casket that was in the ground not grinning at her with that stupid smirk. He should have been laid out...
Weekly Contest #51
A flash of lighting streaks across the sky lighting up the world. Dark grey clouds hang low in the sky covering the earth in darkness. The tremendous sound of thunder echoes through the sky. The air seems to hum and it is thick with tension. Another bolt of lighting darts across the sky. The wind whips through the trees causing them to bow to the earth. The sound of branches breaking and the crash of a tree fills the tense air. The only thing breaking the sound of the wind is the crash of thunder. In t...
Weekly Contest #50
“I HATE YOU!” The words were still ringing in the air even as everything around them came to a complete halt. The only sound was the deep breaths coming from the offending mouth. They were just three words. Only three and yet they were like a bullet. A bullet that pierced the strings of their already tattered relationship. Only three words yet they were full of meaning. The implication of the words were tremendous. A tension filled the room weighing heavily on the hearts of all who heard those three words. ...
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