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Weekly Contest #373
Elora Heartwood was certainly peculiar–at best charming and at worst off-putting. She was a gem at Korous University, beloved by her department but invisible most elsewhere. The ‘issue’ everyone had with Elora was the fact that she could hear and see things no one else could. Schizophrenia wasn’t entirely out of the question, but not quite in it either. She would hum to herself in the library and occasionally speak aloud to the voice she insists is not fictional. Yet, it was only Pierre LeCont who believed her. It was Pierre who admired her ...
Weekly Contest #356
It’s all a blur of smoke and salt—my tears falling in waves as my chest clenches. Her body lay sprawled against the snow; a soft, cold cradle for a body that now seemed too small for how large her spirit had been. I watch the final traces of vermillion and silver fade into the starlit sky, her aura returning to the heavens from whence it came. I watch through teary eyes, counting every sparkle of her swirling into the endless night. “I didn’t even get to say goodbye…” I choke on the words, my lungs burning from the onslaught of sobs welling ...
Weekly Contest #339
Every day starts the same. Perhaps I’m rigid, very routined, or maybe this is normal–it’s hard to tell. It’s difficult to see life when you’re in the aftermath. It’s 6:43am and the sun has broken from the horizon, and it’s keeping your plants warm. I try to water them, I really do, but I forget most days. They live on anyway, resilient as you were—determined as you were. I need to go grocery shopping, but it’s hard when you don’t remind me. I’m down to milk that’s best-by date passed three days ago, but it smells fine, and only the top pie...
Weekly Contest #334
Dear Cadence, I wasn’t sure when it had started–the ringing. It was like a buzz at first—like flies, maybe? I’m not sure anymore. They asked me if I had any other strange symptoms. I thought to mention the claw marks on the nightstand, but no one would believe it. Hell, I don’t believe it myself. There’s a fortnight more here guarding the castle until I may return home. I do love to see the ocean at night, how the waves reflect the moonlight. Sometimes the waves sound like a song and it helps me sleep just like when you sing to me. How I do ...
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