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Weekly Contest #294
“It’s so nice, you’ll never want to leave. I guarantee it.” That’s what the owner told me when I came by the property to observe it, check it out. It was a quaint little cabin set in the middle of the Blue Ridge mountain range, perfect for a weekend getaway. Granted, it was colder than I would’ve liked, but we were in the mountains so I didn’t mind. At that point, I didn’t care what the weather was like; I needed a cabin in the middle of nowhere, away from the stressors of life. I would’ve taken anything. Coming across this place was nothing...
Weekly Contest #293
I yawned and rubbed the sleep away from my eyes, looking around. The flickering lights of the train windows I had gotten so used to were gone, and all I could see were the dim white lights that lined the aisle of the train car. I glanced around at all the empty seats, confused. Why was I here? Why was the train empty? And why wasn’t it moving? Confusion overtook me, followed by panic. I shot to my feet and strode to the end of the train car, trying the door at the very end, but it wouldn’t budge. I quickened my steps to the other side, my sh...
Weekly Contest #268
The chirping of the birds and steady thrum of the ax was all I heard as I rhythmically swung it down, chopping the firewood into small pieces. It was a beautiful morning, the cool, brisk air brushing my face as I focused on the menial task, the constant motion almost therapy to me. I lived a life of solitude, save for my short trips into the fishing villages set up along the lake. My small house was built on the opposite side of the riverbank, away from civilization; not ideal, but I realized that the older I got the less tolerance I had for...
Weekly Contest #267
I opened my eyes to an upside-down steering wheel looking back at me, broken glass from the shattered windshield encrusting the inside of the car like glittering stars. I could feel my short hair barely brushing the ceiling down below me, my seat belt digging into my collarbone, the only thing keeping me from smashing into the inside ceiling of the car. I was hanging, upside down, in the driver’s seat of my crashed SUV.The darkness of nighttime made it hard for me to get my bearings, so I resorted to fumbling with my hands for the latch...
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