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Weekly Contest #277
Famed By Erika Sams Cameras flash white light across my body blinding me. I know they’re screaming my name, but their voices are muffled in my mind, everything around me a blur. My red dress hugs me so tight I can hardly breathe, my blonde hair cascades past my tanned bare shoulders. Behind me my face is plastered on the wall larger than life. My name is on posters and banners all across the world. Everything I ever wanted is happening, but at what cost? What literally blood is on my hands? It’s at this moment that I realize why they call i...
Weekly Contest #249
Everything in Amy’s life had led up to this day, an interview for her dream job in publishing. She wasn’t fully qualified, but after a couple white lies on her resume and a slightly unethical amount of pestering, she finally had an actual chance. Destiny must have a fucked-up sense of humor though because she woke up to emergency alerts on her phone followed immediately by a flash of lightening through her bedroom and an angry clap of thunder. Wind whooshed loudly against the house as raindrops tapped the window in persistent unison. Amy gr...
Weekly Contest #248
Desperate Remedies By Erika Sams After a week on a meditation retreat in the middle of nowhere Josephine had decided the Zen life was bullshit. Behind the smiles and high-pitched whispers of welcome was a rage barely contained with deep breathing and overdosing on lavender tea. Fuck, that tea was delicious though. Either way, she knew all these lost souls were one misfortune away from snapping. How was she so sure? Because the yoga instructor was dead in her trunk. In Josephine’s defense, she was feeling much better! The smell of lavender fr...
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