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Weekly Contest #370
May 4th, 2024- 6:00pm (ish) Divine timing catches up to all of us eventually. It slowly moves, rearranging things quietly beneath the surface. The night of the Kentucky Derby was the beginning of this unhurried burn for me. Everything changed the moment I met you. I just wouldn’t know it until two years later. It was at my mother’s annual Kentucky Derby party where our fates intertwined. I was stepping outside to take a picture for the Derby Hat contest. You had just arrived and were coming...
Weekly Contest #93
TW: violence, murder, blood The harder Jill scrubbed, the more the crimson stain bled into the carpet. “This is never going to come out,” she sighed, leaning back and taking another swig of her whiskey. She let the warm liquid rest on her tongue, relishing the aromatic burn, Jack Daniels, her father’s favorite. “Hey now, I can’t have you drinking alone. Cheers,” her brother, Kent, called out behind her, tipping back his own glass of the same. “At least it was a killer party.” “It’s not over quite yet,” she replied, flashing him...
Weekly Contest #77
“What the—“A gust of frigid air whips over exposed thighs and strappy heels. Chains clink, cutting into wrists, as she attempts to shield her eyes from the glaring white. The snow swirls through the narrow doorway and in a disoriented state she shivers in bone-chilling cold.An imposing shadow passes through the blinding light and into the small, musty room.“Who the fuck are you?” She manages to croak. Mouth dry. Voice hoarse. Memories of champagne and Jägerbombs swirled. Blinking through the fog of last night, she squints and tries to focus ...
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