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Weekly Contest #346
Have you ever had someone bang on your door unannounced, unexpected, and from people you don’t even mess with? Let me tell you about the night my whole world flipped. It was some random weekday Tuesday, maybe Wednesday, I’m not sure. I’d just dragged myself home from work, bone tired, and hopped in the shower. Before that, I slid a pizza in the oven. Perfect timing, right? Shower’s done, pizza’s ready. I’m golden. I step out, towel around my waist, grab the pizza, and plop onto my bed, ready to chow down. Then—BOOM. A knock. Not a polite tap...
Weekly Contest #345
Sunday, March 8, 2026 12:06 PM. 73 degrees outside with a soft breeze drifting through the cracked window.I sat in my car on duty, the quiet afternoon stretching longer than usual. The parking lot had that strange kind of quiet that only happens late at night. Not completely silent, but distant. A car passing somewhere blocks away. A door slamming in an apartment building. The low hum of streetlights buzzing overhead.Most nights on duty were like this.Long.Slow.The kind of shift where time moves so slowly you start checking the clock every f...
Weekly Contest #344
Have you ever felt like you’ve already lived this exact moment before? Everything happening like a rerun episode on TV. But this wasn’t a rerun. It was actually happening. But how? Why? I swear I’ve seen this before. The same words. The same sounds. The same feeling crawling up my spine. I think this is déjà vu. The same laugh echoes down the hallway. The same clock ticks three times. The same car drives past the window. I blink. My heart pounds. I know what’s about to happen next. The glass will fall. The phone will ring. Someone will say, ...
Weekly Contest #342
Donovan knew Taylor was awake because she sighed the way she did when she was disappointed in him. It was 2:13 a.m. His laptop glowed in the dark living room. Dialogue half-finished. Coffee cold. Rent past due. From the bedroom doorway, she watched him. “You coming to bed?” she asked. “In a minute.” “You said that an hour ago.” He didn’t answer. Taylor stepped into the room, arms folded. Silk robe. Bare legs. Controlled irritation. “You know,” she said, “most people with real talent don’t have to force it this hard.” There it was. Donovan le...
Weekly Contest #338
The first thing I heard was the whisper. Not the whole sentence. Not the context. Just two words, hushed and trembling, drifting through the thin crack between the bathroom door and the hallway. “I cheated.” I froze mid step, one sock half on, my coffee mug cooling in my hand. The house suddenly felt too quiet, like it was holding its breath with me. I didn’t mean to listen. I swear I didn’t. I only meant to grab my jacket from the chair by the door. But those words sharp and final hit something deep in my chest and lodged there. I cheated. ...
Bryan almost didn’t knock. The house was too quiet for mid afternoon one of those places where sound felt swallowed before it reached the walls. He adjusted his jacket, glanced at the address again, then rapped twice. The door opened at once. Two women stood there, identical except for the way they smiled. “Oh my God,” one of them said. “It’s really you.” Bryan blinked. “Uh yeah. Bryan.” They stared a moment longer than polite. “I’m Olivia,” said the one on the left. “And I’m Sophia,” said the other. “We weren’t sure you’d actually come.” “W...
I sat in the quiet of my study, the last page of my latest book open in front of me. A copy of my “masterpiece.” My hands hovered over the spine, hesitant. Soon as I closed it, the applause in my mind faded. I had stolen this story. Not in some petty way this was someone else’s life, their pain, their rise and fall. I had reworked it, polished it, sold it to millions. The world called me brilliant. I called myself careful. I remembered the man behind it all. Introduced to me through a friend of a friend. The man everyone whispered about. *Th...
Weekly Contest #337
The path should not have existed. It cut cleanly through the undergrowth, a narrow scar in the thick, choking green, as though something or someone had passed through recently with intention. That alone would have been strange. What made it unsettling was everything else. Trees bent inward, their trunks twisted by wind and time. Moss layered the ground in heavy quilts, swallowing stones and fallen branches whole. Vines dangled in slow arcs, thick enough to drag limbs downward under their own weight. This was not a place people returned to. I...
Weekly Contest #336
Scene 1: The Moment of Truth *She’s sitting on the floor, stomach twisting, test hidden behind her back. He notices.* Him: Baby… why you sitting on the floor? Your stomach hurting again? Her: Yeah… my stomach’s acting up. *She quickly hides the test behind her back, on top of her underwear, trying to act casual.* Him: We should get you checked out. Now. Her: I know… it happens every day. Him: Do you need anything? Her: Water… cold, if we have any. *He leaves and returns moments later with a glass of water.* Him: Anything else? Her: No. Him: ...
I’m sitting here, just minding my business, doing my usual night shift routine. You know the deal sitting in the booth, half-watching YouTube on my phone while keeping an eye on the property. The quiet hum of the fluorescent lights above me and the occasional shuffle of my chair were the only things filling the silence. It’s peaceful in a way, like the world outside doesn’t even exist. I’m halfway through a video, trying to relax after a long day, when it happens. **“AY YO BRA!”** The shout shatters the quiet like a gunshot in a library. It’...
Weekly Contest #334
Sierra and Brent had been looking forward to their camping trip for weeks. The weekend was supposed to be a relaxing getaway just them, the woods, and a few days away from the noise of everyday life. But as they made their final stop at the grocery store to grab a few last minute supplies, the air seemed thick with an uneasy tension. At the checkout, a soft exchange between a customer and the cashier caught their attention. “Camp Netherlethe,” the cashier murmured quietly as he bagged their items. Sierra glanced at Brent, both of them feelin...
Weekly Contest #332
The day had been smooth too smooth, almost suspiciously so. Good gym session. Good food. Good nap. Easy shift. But good days didn’t mean much to Darnell anymore. Not when every night, when things got quiet, something else was waiting for him. Something heavy. Something gnawing. Sports betting had started as fun. A small thrill. A hobby he shared with friends. But over time, it became his thing his escape, his little mission to “make something shake.” A few dollars here. A small parlay there. Nothing serious. Not at first. He even got good at...
Weekly Contest #331
Just before midnight, at 11:59 p.m. a young couple Marissa and Jalen Holt finally climb into bed after their first exhausting week in their new home. Their property sits on a rural stretch of land with fifteen acres of empty woodland on both sides. No neighbors. No traffic. No noise. It had seemed peaceful when they bought it, the perfect escape from the city. But at night, that silence feels heavier, more watchful. They pull the blanket over themselves, exchanging one last tired smile. The house creaks in that unfamiliar way new houses do, ...
Weekly Contest #291
Aiden had always been drawn to silence. As a child, he cherished the quiet moments after his family went to sleep 8 hours of solitude that allowed his thoughts to roam free without any interruptions. But as he grew older, this preference for stillness deepened into something far more darker than expected. It wasn't just peace he sought anymore. It was nothingness. At first the addiction to silence seemed harmless. He moved to a small apartment on the outskirts of the city, far away from the noise of traffic and chatter. The soft hum of the r...
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