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Submitted to Contest #267
Hilde never knew a real-life someone could be so beautiful. The way Julie’s tousled black hair swayed whenever the wind came through the library window, all feathery and soft. How the mid-morning sun reflected against the smooth skin of her cheekbones. Or how her winter-gray eyes remained so terribly focused on whatever passage of The Anthology of Works by Hans Christian Andersen she was reading. She looked like something straight out of a painting. How else could someone look so perfect? Resting her head on her arms, Hilde conti...
Submitted to Contest #263
Trigger Warning: Verbal abuse I was fourteen years old when I left my mother. Or rather, when she abandoned me. It was a wet spring morning when Mother called me to her room. I passed my father’s–no, Lord Heo’s – quarters, already bustling with servants readying his carriage for the day. Then, I softened my steps to slink by Lady Heo’s garden, as she would be on her morning walk, and she would be furious as a rabid dog if she saw me. To my surprise, she wasn’t there. Finally, I arrived at Mother’s room. Dread had hung over me like a cloud al...
Submitted to Contest #262
tw: brief suicidal thoughts, verbal abuse, war and mentions of death It was impossible to think in this sticky heat; but they had had but five hundred arrows left to defend themselves with. In disbelief, Seung read the report once more, feeling the paper stick to his thumb. The sun had risen just an hour ago, and yet its warmth was already making his hands clammy, “Is this really all that we have?” He tried to keep his voice steady, but they wouldn’t last a day with that number. So his hope to survive this siege for another month...
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