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Submitted to Contest #294
-London 1943- The war had stripped the world of tenderness, leaving only duty in its place. The Central Post Office had lost its soul to the war. Once a bustling hub of daily chatter and hurried footsteps, it now stood hollow, drained of warmth. The air hung thick with the scent of damp paper and ink, and the walls, yellowed from years of tobacco smoke and fatigue, bore silent witness to countless telegrams that had shattered the hope of unexpectant families. The clerks who staffed the counters moved like ghosts, mere conduits between the wa...
Submitted to Contest #287
Trigger warning: homicide as well as nondescript abuse in the form of physical and sexual. The kettle began its slow, mournful whistle, a sound that filled the silence of the small kitchen. Ana stood by the counter, her hands gripping the edge so tightly her knuckles whitened. The warped wood felt splintered under her fingertips, a small pain she welcomed—anything to drown out the storm brewing inside her. The kitchen smelled faintly of damp earth and charred wood, remnants of a fire long extinguished in the hearth. On the peeling walls, a l...
Submitted to Contest #269
The Great Fetch Quest: A Tale of Three DogsThe afternoon sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden hue over the sprawling backyard. It was the kind of day that felt endless, where the air buzzed with possibility, and the smell of freshly cut grass beckoned adventure. For three determined dogs, this day would be one of legend. Their beloved toy—a tennis ball, worn and muddied from countless games of fetch—had just been thrown into the great unknown by their human. What was once a simple, playful toss had now transformed into something far mo...
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