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Weekly Contest #252
Madam Soroya`s Curse The following events are generally felt to belong in the world of superstition and fantasy. Sometimes, however, that world veers off course and impacts on our world of today with terrifying consequences.As the numbing grey haze began to filter out of my mind I became aware of vague shapes hovering on the periphery of my world. I struggled to bring them into focus but they continued to elude me. Brief snatches of a conversation drifted through the mists of my consciousness.“He obviously believes it happened” a voice...
Weekly Contest #152
As the numbing grey haze began to filter out of my mind I became aware of vague shapes hovering on the periphery of my world. I struggled to bring them into focus but they continued to elude me. Brief snatches of a conversation drifted through the mists of my consciousness. “He obviously believes it happened” a voice said, “I’ve never known regression under hypnosis to fail”. “It’s impossible; utterly fantastic” a second voice retorted, “there has to be some logical explanation for his delusion.” It`s odd though, the first voice c...
Weekly Contest #124
Sam’s Obsession It was the week-end and Sam McAuley sat in his rocking chair in front of the big open fire. On the back of an old envelope he jotted notes with the stub of a pencil which he licked from time to time. Eventually he laid the pencil down and stuck the the notes in his hip pocket. Leaning back into the rocking chair he stretched his gangling arms up towards the smoke-stained ceiling of the old farmhouse. The newspaper slipped off his knees unnoticed as he rocked back and forth deep in thought. Aft...
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