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Weekly Contest #373
Now I am going to tell you a story so horrid and scary that you will never recover. This story is about a beautiful girl named Doll. Why do you ask? Was she named Doll? Her parents loved pretty, numb, gorgeous things, including their daughter ... So they named the young child Doll, because, like a doll, she never spoke back. Doll was never allowed outside; her parents always told her that it was too dangerous for someone as petite as she was. Doll had a very small room&nbs...
Weekly Contest #371
At exactly midnight, the lights of Bellweather Amusement Park went out.One by one, the colorful signs disappeared into darkness. The Ferris wheel stopped turning. The music from the carousel faded until there was nothing left but the wind moving through the empty streets.The park was supposed to be completely empty.It wasn't.Maya pulled her hood tighter around her face as she followed her friends through the locked entrance gate.“This is officially the worst idea we've ever had,” she whispered.“You said that when we broke into the school poo...
Weekly Contest #367
The cavern walls were alive with veins of crystal, the remnants of divine energy flowing through the bones of the world like blood. Kreata was standing on the edge of the Rift and her cloak scraping against shards of glass which still radiated the light of Shamir. In front of her were six people who had been chosen from their domains to witness the trial that would determine the course of creation. Adam from the Verdant Realm; Lyra of the Celestial Realm, who bent starlight; Dain of the Ember Realm scarred by fire but unfettered; Selene of t...
Weekly Contest #356
Gary never took the bus. He preferred to walk, tracking long, gentle paths down narrow streets in Tirana. He passed bakeries opening their shutters, the smell of warm bread wafting into the morning air. He walked past old men who were arguing about football before breakfast, their voices rising and falling like a song they knew. He passed stray cats stretching in patches of sunlight and shopkeepers sweeping dust from their doorsteps. Walking made sense. It felt safe. Predictable. It kept him in the small world he knew.But that morning someth...
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