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Weekly Contest #348
The power had gone out in my apartment and I was left sitting in the dark, preserving my phone’s battery life in case the power took forever to come back on. My heart was racing. I was over analyzing every shadow, every creak, the howling wind, and every raindrop that slammed against my bedroom window. The thunder nearly scared the soul out of my body at least four times now. The last one was extremely close to causing an out of body experience. If I think about it too long I might believe I actually saw myself in the third person. My stoma...
Weekly Contest #341
I think it’s been a year since the zombie outbreak started. Time has always eluded me, but when society collapsed, calendar dates were irrelevant. All I knew was day and night. It’s crazy to think I used to love comic books and movies featuring zombies growing up. I even tried to get my college girlfriend into zombie movies, but she was more into lighthearted rom-coms. Still, I never imagined it happening in real life. Apocalyptic stories were an escape from reality for me, while also reminding me to appreciate my life, and the fact that the...
Weekly Contest #336
The clock on the microwave was blinking, 5:00. Iyla tapped on her phone, checking the time. The time matched, it was 5:00 PM. The power had gone out in the morning before finally being restored by 3:40 PM. Yet, the time on the microwave was correct without her having to change it. She looked up at her husband, who was filling a pot with water at the sink. He was silent. He’s been silent since 8:30 AM, a few minutes after the power failed. The storm this morning was powerful, knocking out most of the town’s power. They were expecting a day fu...
Weekly Contest #317
Linda sat on her worn out armchair with a cold cup of tea. She struggled to remember how long ago she bought this chair. She knew for a fact it was when her husband was still alive. She remembered vividly that her husband, George, complained about their kitten’s claw marks ruining the side of his chair. They had a matching set, yet, the kitten preferred to only attack his seat. But, her couch was always covered with a surprising amount of cat hair, despite never actually catching the kitten laying in her chair. Her memory fogged thinking abo...
Weekly Contest #277
Everyone in the kingdom wanted me to die, and it was all because of her. Snow White. That manipulative teenage girl. She created my evil persona, making my own people turn against me. It started out as rumors that I had caused the death of the king, but then the stories about me started to escalate. Her rumors spread through the kingdom like a mutating virus, with everyone having their own version of events, all circling the murderous intentions I supposedly had. I used to be Queen Regina White, but now no one will remember my name. They tho...
Weekly Contest #272
I always had an immense fascination with old abandoned houses. I’ve craved their architectural secrets and wondered what items were left behind by previous owners. The more the house looked decayed, the more I wanted to investigate. These houses were basically dangerous time capsules waiting to be explored, and I wanted to be the one to do it. I knew of an abandoned house located on one of the backroads headed towards a popular beach. The road curved off to the right, but was forgotten by the public since it led to a dead end. There were hug...
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