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Weekly Contest #369
Isle of mourning‘Welcome on this beautiful day. We hope you have a pleasant journey with us. Thank you for..’ The Intercom of the ferry is pushed to the background of my mind. I feel a cold metal object in my right hand. My eyes wander to the object. It is a brown old suitcase. I have never seen it before. Why am I holding a vintage suitcase? Maybe a more urgent question: What the heck am I doing on a ferry? I frantically look around to find some answers. I should have listened to the voice over. There seems to be no one in this cabin. Is th...
Weekly Contest #363
My wet clothes stick to my body. I'm sitting on the side of a chalk cliff overlooking the ocean, while suddenly I'm overstaken by the rain. I stand up and my feet run towards the woods. The big grassy plain inbetween the ocean and woods has no hiding spots. My feet are sinking into the damp ground and between my feet and the muddy earth a squishy sound appears. I scoff at the sky: ‘Couldn’t you wait until I was ready to go before becoming such a cry baby?' In return the sky starts to light up and the thunder starts to chase me like a hunter ...
Weekly Contest #351
The wind rustles through the forest. Above my head the trees crack like old bones in a body. The crisp morning smell of the pines enters my nose. One of my favorite smells, it makes a smile forms around my lips. The forest is my safe place. Every morning I try to walk through it before everyone awakens in my little town. The calm surroundings and solitude help me get started. Yesterday there was a big storm and I was curious what the state of the forest would be in. Luckily most of the trees survived. Although the wind is still making his wa...
Weekly Contest #350
You’ve got to be kidding me!’ I'm staring with eyes wide wide to a small square beige car with three grown ups jammed in their seats.I walk to the passenger side and I have to cramp myself into the tiny car my eyes wander with disgust to the pristine white interior. ‘Tell me this is a joke.’ My friend Jan smiles. ‘No this is our vehicle for the next few days. Take it or leave it.’ I step out of the car and raise my eyebrows ‘Then I leave it.’ Jan gives me a pointy look. ‘Boris you hide too much in that house of yours, you are maybe old, but ...
Weekly Contest #349
The forest is too quiet. All life has been sucked out of the air. No mumbling, no laughter, no sounds of tentpegs that are slammed into the earth. I look at my watch, I left the group twenty minutes ago for a little walk and a bathroom break. We were about to camp here. What happened? Did they decide to camp somewhere else? And within twenty minutes they packed up all their stuff? And did they not notice my absence? This doesn’t make any sense.I see my backpack lying against a random tree and throw one shoulder strap of my backpack over my s...
Weekly Contest #347
Trigger warnings:mental healthdeath, graphic words describing someone dying Chapter 1 As I’m sitting on my squeaky bed, the wind knocks om my wooden door; inviting me to go outside. The wind decides to be wild in this late hour; So I will join in. I hop out bed and race with it towards the sound of the crashing waves on the beach near my wooden house. My toes are planted in the sand and a salty scent lingers around me. I turn my head upwards: Billions of stars are staring me into the face. This night reminds me of my eight birthday. My ...
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