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Weekly Contest #372
CW: suicide, kidnapping, violence, abuse Angel doesn’t remember the last time she slept. She lays motionless in bed, staring out of the window into the distance, where a large black crow has perched itself on a thick tree branch. There was a raging storm overnight that blew the normally securely sealed windows wide open. The curtains are still billowing in the howling wind as the cold, damp air floods the room and settles on her skin. Goosebumps prickle all over her arms. Angel doesn’t remember seeing a bird this black and huge. There’s ...
Weekly Contest #70
Light travelled faster than sound. A searing flash of lightning streaked across the sky, blinding us temporarily, before the deafening thunder shook the cliff to its foundations and sent us sprawling to the ground. It was as though God was angered by the sins we committed earlier. He found Owen’s dead body down below and decided that we needed to be punished for his death. I felt like I could see a storm in the distance, with the sky darkening quickly and black clouds gathering above us. Not long later it started to pour heavily. Ted and I...
Weekly Contest #42
I rounded the corner of the street where 7-Eleven was at, peeking through the glass panels furtively. He was standing at the cashier. There were no customers, and he was drumming his fingers on the counter, glancing around with a bored expression on his face. His eyes suddenly flittered up to mine before I could hide myself. My face was red with embarrassment as I darted away and leaned against the wall. Of course, like the last two times, I had no business at 7-Eleven. I’d already bought more than a week’s supply of junk food and soda, an...
I grew up without a nice, warm family like almost every other kid in my grade did. I was taken into the orphanage when I was five, with barely any memories of my family. They disappeared from my life as quickly as they came. In fact, I had little to no memories of my childhood. All I could remember was a strange, bearded man with a jagged scar across his forehead visiting me on my first day at the orphanage. He told me that my parents were dead, but never told me how. He walked funny with one leg and a stump for the other. Fast forward twen...
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