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Weekly Contest #342
During the night, a storm had possessed Gallowglass Moors. Wind clawed at the stone face of the old manor as if trying to exhume every secret from within its walls. Inside the drawing room, the fire crackled and spat, throwing a swirl of sparks up the chimney. The hearth’s amber glow filled the room and elongated shadows danced like ghosts along the velvet drapes and ruby wallpaper. Elara stood by the window, her sharp silhouette forming a dark line against the lightning-stroked glass. She watched her own reflection flicker with each flash–a...
Weekly Contest #341
All things change except laundry, the ways of laundry, and the surroundings of laundry. These never change. What one experiences in a laundry room the first time they enter one is what they always experience in laundromats afterward till the end of their days. Or something like that. Mr. Chen from 3B approached the laundry room from the main stairwell as I approached from my garden-level apartment down the hallway. I hurried up, but my haste was futile. He turned the corner ahead of me, claiming the good washing machine. The laundry room occ...
Weekly Contest #340
The promise was simple: No hesitation.Hollis remembered the night they’d made the promise. Seventeen months ago, forward operating base, Sector 12. They’d just recovered the bodies of Sigma Squad—six Vestiges and their human Commanders who’d held a choke point for nine hours before the corruption took root. By the end, they turned on each other. The last Vestige standing had walked into the Rapture, arms open and a smile.Vera had been quiet on the transport back. She usually filled silences with chatter. Chatter about cloud formations, quest...
Weekly Contest #339
The cafe had the particular scent of a college town in late autumn: burnt espresso and ambition. Harold stood at the counter, twenty-two years old and regretting his decision to order for both of them.“And for the lady?” The barista waited, pen hovering.Miriam was already seated at a corner table, watching him. He’d met her three weeks ago in a philosophy seminar where she’d dismantled Descartes with the casual efficiency of someone swatting a fly. He’d been in love ever since, though he hadn’t told anyone, least of all her.“She’ll have... u...
Weekly Contest #338
Sasha swallowed against the dryness of her throat as she tried to unknot the fear coiled beneath her confidence. The chalk circle drawn around her was fresh. She could tell the floors had been scrubbed clean the intricate lines carefully redrawn. Generations of initiates had stood where she stood. Some had walked out of this chamber an assassin with a full Bond. She didn’t think about the ones that hadn’t.Three braziers waited at the circles north, east, and western points. She knew the theory, her training with the Covenant had been thoroug...
Weekly Contest #336
“You the new girl? Martinez says I’m supposed to have you floor-ready by next week. I’m Enid, listen close, work quick, and try not to irritate me too much. I’m only running on one cup of joe this morning.” “Understood. Pleasure to meet you. I'm—” "Yeah yeah, we’re already running behind. The other girls have already gone up. Throw those duvets into the machine. I’ll grab the cart. Then we’ll head upstairs. We’ve got the 4th floor to ourselves this morning.” “Yes ma'am.” “Oh no, girl. Don’t use your back like that. Use your legs.” “Sorry, ma...
Weekly Contest #335
The door opened at 6:17, rushed and chaotic. The clock, however, still read 5:47. It had stopped half an hour ago, but she hadn't bothered. No need to waste a battery on just one session.Dr. Evelyn Reeves set down her pen and straightened in her chair, a gesture so automatic she barely registered it anymore. Thirty-four years of such adjustments. The cardigan needed straightening too. She did that."I'm sorry I'm late," the woman said, "Traffic."Reeves smiled. The smile she'd perfected across three decades, accompanied by a gesture of the han...
Weekly Contest #333
Content Warning: Includes depictions of hunger, food insecurity, class-based violence, and scenes of induced vomiting. The smell reached him before the door fully opened. Roasted meat. Butter browning in copper pans. Something sweet caramelizing in a distant kitchen. Alex’s mouth flooded. He hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and now his body was making its demands known. His stomach tightened with an ache he struggled to hide.The parlor room unfolded before him in warm amber light, cast by crystal chandeliers. Guests moved through the glow in cl...
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