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Weekly Contest #369
Note: There are scenes of domestic violence. “I forgive you,” Lily whispered. She took a deep breath and stood there staring. Rain plastered her reddish brown hair against her face as she stood before the gravestone, her hands buried deep in the pockets of her blue jacket. Rain drops streamed down the stone, blurring the crossed out name she had once wished she could erase from existence. Once, in a moment of rage, she had picked up a rock and scraped it against his name again and again, until her hands were bleeding. She wanted to destroy t...
Weekly Contest #314
Mina stood by the edge of the pond, skipping pebbles across its surface. She wasn’t aiming for distance. It was the ripples in the water she liked, the soft circles that spread outward, fading slowly into stillness. It was the only moment in her day that felt like hers.She adjusted the folds of her chiton, tugging at the fabric that clung to her shoulder like a tired bed sheet. The traders at the port wore something called trousers which were strange but practical. She often wondered what it would feel like to move in them, to run without fa...
Weekly Contest #312
My name is Aura. I live in Sector 19, one of the industrial zones still standing after the Restructuring. Everything here is concrete and rusted metal, stitched together with wiring that sparks if you breathe too hard. I work as a general technician. That’s a fancy way of saying I fix things that should have stopped working years ago. My copper-colored hair is always pulled back, my blue eyes dulled from years of fluorescent lighting. I’m stocky. Not slim, not soft either. The labor keeps me strong. That strength is the only thing my superio...
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