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Submitted to Contest #328
Black Ink: A Writer’s Prophecy This is going to be the piece that saves me. This will be my masterpiece. A vision of a world infused with glamour and brilliance, crossed with naivety and self-destruction. Everyone loves a Fitzgeraldian tale of dreams, drama, and descent. Our young author, Adrian, is a man of modern marketing who has just begun to achieve success with his words. He has taken to wooing Gerryann, an up-and-coming influencer and a self-proclaimed mix of beauty and brains, who is ready to inspire a fanbase from her feeds. When th...
Submitted to Contest #327
I swear on my nine lives I didn’t mean to do it.The jar was too close to the edge. Way too close. Not just “cat” close, but too close by all standards. I know it’s a classic on-edge cat trope (I see them watching the videos all the time), but this time it’s true. Even a dog would have knocked it over. With their fat, idiot tail or goofy, oversized paws. They simply put it too close to the granite cliff and the tiled abyss. I didn’t even have to try.But first, let’s be clear: I usually do not bother the good stuff. We have a mutual respect in...
Submitted to Contest #326
Part 1: An Unraveling ProposalThe silence was somehow sending a shockwave. The glistening of the ring was radiating through both of them, their eyes both locked on it.“So, what do you say? Will you marry me?” he asked.She continued to stare. Idiotically dumbfounded. A decade together—a decade undeniably full of love, adventure, fun—and somehow she was struck immobile and mute.He was down on one knee, a knee about to quiver if this moment endured.“Becky?”“James . . .”“Becky . . .”She took his hands and knelt as well, but quickly collapsed to ...
Submitted to Contest #324
Part 1: Waking Up at Sea Oh no, I’m going to be sick, she thought. She lay there, eyes shut, taking a deep breath. She could feel the spins through her feet. Oh no, I can’t be sick. Overwhelmed by the feeling she was moving in a wave, she felt like a boat in the ocean—her stomach rising with the tide in her throat. Oh no, I’m going to be . . . seasick? She opened her eyes and sat up. There was no time to question where in the nautical hell she was; she locked eyes with the bucket at the bedside, and there went the remains of whatever was ye...
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