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Weekly Contest #372
Flickering fluorescent lights hanging down from the ceiling are burning holes into my eyelids, forcing me to open them. I start rubbing my eyes fiercely, gaining back my vision and finding myself on a patterned tile flooring. The freezing air is chilling my lungs and forcing me awake. I’m rubbing my arms fiercely for some heat and friction as I sit up to check my surroundings. I must’ve passed out after waiting for my washing to end at my local laundromat. It’s opened 24 hours a day seven days a week and the nights have always been rather qu...
Weekly Contest #337
"Rise and shine everyone! If I could have your undivided attention, please!” A high-pitched shrieking voice booms through the pounding headache, clouding my mind. Loud ringing through my head is replaced by dozens of muffled voices, screaming from all directions. Initially I don’t even recognize my own voice pleading along with them, muted as being smothered with a pillow. Swirling the tongue around my mouth, I’m feeling rough fabric pressing against my lips. Trying to cover my ears to escape this harrowing madness, I notice they’re stuck in...
Weekly Contest #335
Faint distant click coming from the kitchen lets me know the kettle is done. After making a fresh batch of green herbal tea the steam leaves my face glistening. I inhale the scents, cradling the mug in my hands. Apart from the TV playing the newest series I´m watching, everything feels hollow around me- just as I feel on the inside. It´s been 5 months since I broke up with Nathan, moved out of our apartment and rented out this charming, 2-bedroom bungalow on a rural side of the town. Perfect location for avoiding people with a side of comple...
Weekly Contest #334
Pearly white and electric blue Christmas lights illuminated the main street, flickering in a slow rhythm. Endless minuscule snowflakes were drifting down the sky making the ground seem like it´s covered with a bright flossy layer of cotton candy. Visibly the time stood still- only a few lonely souls wandering out in the quiet streets, the air lighter this time of year. The magic around Christmas Eve meant a busy night ahead- there’s hard labour behind the curtains. Heavy charcoal tank boots dragged across the ground, massive velvet sacks slu...
Weekly Contest #318
It was a quiet afternoon. Sam had just signed the lease for a two-bedroom apartment he had found at a reasonable price while searching for rentals. Some furniture remained in the rooms: a proper mattress with a metal bedframe, a brown leather sofa in the living room, and a glass coffee table. The last remaining room had once been used as an office. A wooden computer desk with a couple of drawers sat against the wall. All were empty—except for one. When Sam tried to open it gently, it wouldn’t budge. After a bit more force, the drawer finally...
Weekly Contest #317
Woodsbourne should have been a place where life slowed down—a place of quiet streets and friendly faces, the perfect setting for a new chapter. My husband, Matthew, and I had been searching for a home in a small rural town when we stumbled across it: a charming bungalow on the edge of the suburbs, its back garden spilling into a forest that stretched for miles. It felt too perfect to pass up. I was nearly finished unpacking, fluffing the sofa pillows in the living room, when the doorbell rang. At the door stood a middle-aged woman in a patte...
Weekly Contest #316
It has been weeks since the news broke in town about the missing 26- year old Ben Hoffmann. He was heading home from a local bar, but never got home, according to his girlfriend Macey Brook. Police don´t have much to go on and the case is getting colder by the day. Now it´s far too late for me to say something, without facing some serious consequences- who would ever believe me? So I have to carry on and keep my mouth shut until my last breath- I know exactly where Ben is since I´m the one who killed him. Rewinding back to the night it all ...
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