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Weekly Contest #349
Today is April 31st, my last day on this wonderful Earth. It’s currently 12:05 a.m.; not even the sun has come to greet me in the hopes of cheering up my sorrow-filled heart. Even when I'm writing this down, my hand still trembles. I mean, whose hands wouldn’t tremble as they prepare to be embraced by the cold, skinless hands of death? Ah, but my tears have all but been spent on myself. It’s one of the reasons why this is my third attempt to write all this down in my journal. That, and the fact that my hands quaked so much that whatever I wr...
Weekly Contest #340
In a small room in a house, devoid of any light. Stood two people, a man and a woman who began to talk late into the night. Currently standing apart, the woman sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands folded tightly together, all while the man leans against a dresser his hands placed firmly behind his back. “It’s been a while since we’ve done this... you know having one of these talks.” The man’s soft voice carried through the darkness, as both were hardly able to see each other, let alone their facial expressions. “I know we used to do...
Weekly Contest #339
A man sits alone on the edge of a bed. The door to the room remains closed as he sits alone with an overhead light from a fan covering the room in a light orange glow. The man has bags under his eyes and his eyes a dim red as if he had been crying. Now, in this world, people are often able to appear out of nowhere. No one knows how or why, they simply can. ... The door to the room the man sits in slowly opens, maybe by a gust of wind as the door was not firmly closed. But as the door slowly creaks further open, a woman wearing a short whi...
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