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Weekly Contest #334
Once upon a time, down, down, down, beneath the great gray sky and ancient, crumbling cities of distant lands, beneath drying earth where mottled dirt becomes hard and turns to stone, beneath the dark abodes of the Filthworms and the caverns full of twisted bones left by the Fae peoples of old, there rots a city. No light touches the city, but alas, no light is needed. A great orb of darkness hangs to illuminate this world beneath the world. The peoples of this place call it the Shadowclipse, and it is feared and worshiped. This city, buil...
Weekly Contest #263
Dear Momma,I swear I didn’t want to.I swear it was an accident.They will come for me, they will question me and question me, and, god, they will find the truth.I may be many things, but a liar is not one of them.I will keep nothing from them. Not the weapon, not the bodies, not my love of that beautiful girl whose life I wish I did not cut so short.But please don't hate me, Momma. Please don't forget me. Please don’t let them take you from me. I will tell you the story now, before the papers catch hold of it, and the whole world kn...
The man stood at the edge of the light. Darkness curled around his feet, his hands, his eyes. Inky shadows gasped at him as water grasps at a drowning man. He watched the woman walk by, heels clattering, curls bouncing, perfect lips turned up in a smile. She was beautiful, an angel. The childish joy of life had not left her eyes, age had not wrinkled her skin or cut lines of worry in her forehead. She was the essence of perfection, and he hated it. He hated her because of this perfection. Everything he was not, everything he...
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