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Weekly Contest #366
Jason sat on the bench, a smile on his face as cool wind blew dying leaves from a tree branch nearby, scattering them across the sidewalk. He let out a sigh, adjusting his beanie containing dark blonde locks under the cap as his green eyes flickered around. “Cold day, isn’t it. Nah, don’t, don’t say anything, it’s a boring move. Weather talk.” He dug around in his pocket, pulling out his phone. November 16th. Right on. He slid his phone back in his pocket, adjusting his gloves on his hands, tennis shoes digging into the dirt under the bench ...
Weekly Contest #367
It is 11:55, December 31st, and I am standing across from the most beautiful girl with flowers in her hair and bright lights framing her face, and I am about to make the biggest mistake of my life right now. My name is Charity, a name given to me by a mother who found younger children more darling but teenagers annoying, and a father who was more apt to spend time on the road than at home. Her name is questionable, which is a weird answer to have. She changes it on a whim, like trying gloves that don’t quite fit on your fingers. Last year, s...
Weekly Contest #359
Note from the Bureau: This incident, caught all on one trail camera, is about two victims of an entity that we have had no knowledge of until this point. After the events, our agents have locked down on the forest and are combing it over to capture or eliminate the threat. Trail Camera 1, October 1, 2024 “-not what I’m saying.” “But it’s what you’re implyin’, which is worse.” The two individuals in frame are Victim A and Victim B. John Mallory and his cousin, Duke Mallory. At the time of this recording, hunting season was a month away. Base...
Weekly Contest #360
(Content Warning: Past death of a baby and strong language) She opens the fridge, stares at the empty space on the shelf, closes it. She opens it again. It’s still missing. She slams the fridge close, and stalks out of the kitchen towards the living room, shoving herself behind the couch where her boyfriend is watching TV with a half-asleep gaze. “Where the fuck is it.” “What.” He says it in the way he knows what she means, but wants to hear her say it, his eyes keeping track of the various characters vying to beat out a video game boss. “Yo...
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