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Submitted to Contest #277
The ticking of the clocks filled Henry’s workshop like a chorus of whispers, each one a reminder that time had never been on his side. His current project was torn apart, shattered into pieces across his battered wooden desk. Henry muttered madly at himself, mumbling a mess of pleas. Outside, the snow was barren and seemed endless. Not a person in sight - just Henry. His old workshop seemed out of place in the oasis of white. Distant village lights faded in and out of view with the moving fog clouds and snow storms. The moon had started...
Shortlisted for Contest #207 ⭐️
The Silver Serpent is far from the glitz and glamour of a typical casino and that’s precisely what its patrons prefer. Stale beer and spilt cocktails stain the worn-out carpet, giving it a patina that is more grit than grandeur. Fluorescent lights flicker intermittently, casting a cold glow over the battered slot machines and chipped roulette wheels. Amongst the cacophony, nestled through the maze of dingy gambling tables, a Friday night poker game has ensnared the attention of every soul in the room. A ring of onlookers forms a human barric...
Submitted to Contest #163
Melancholy /ˈmɛlənkəli/ a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. Can you hear that? Exactly…..silence. For the first time in years. You. You're the one that I’ve been waiting for. The one that can free me. Reader, though I may not know your story. Though I may not know your ups and downs. Though I may not even know your name. You are the one. I’ve been engulfed in a prison of misery, trapped in an endless void of black. People open and close me. Only to throw...
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