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Weekly Contest #307
The test was this morning– Algebra, Room 304, Mr. Erickson’s class. But for Eden Asher, life had long since stopped being a series of predictable equations that she could solve with ease. She sat at the back of the classroom. The window was cracked just enough for the early spring wind to snake in and toy with the edge of her exam paper. Her pen remained steady in her hand as she stared blankly outside the window. The room buzzed with the scratching of pencils, the occasional sigh, and the tapping of feet as time passed. But Eden’s page rema...
Thomas Adler had developed a peculiar habit over the past five years. Each morning, before the sun fully crested the eastern shore of Lake Serenity, he would stand at the end of his dock with a cup of black coffee in hand and stare out at a particular section of water where the lake ran deepest.He never brought binoculars. He never took photos. He just stood there, watching the lake's surface ripple in the morning breeze. This morning was no different.The early August air hung heavy with humidity, promising another scorching and wet day. Tho...
Weekly Contest #235
Jason woke up this morning with a jolt. His heart was racing, flooding his ears with a thudding sound in tune with his heartbeat. “What just happened?” he asked himself, frantically looking around his room. As he regained his composure, he took a deep breath to calm down and glanced at the alarm clock sitting on the right side of his bed. It blared “3 am” in a white glow, complementary to the ghost hour, known for nightmares and the occasional demon in the corner, but he was never one to believe in such superstitions. As he took off his newl...
tw: this story contains references to and or sensitive content such as: sexual violence, mental health issues, substance abuse, physical violence, gore, or abuse and suicide or self harm.My name is Ronan Xiu Wilkinson and I was born in North Korea in 1989. At the time, my grandfather had just disowned my father for having a child with a prostitute. We were, within 9 hours, a part of the poorest 1% in North Korea and everyone knows what comes next. I was put up for adoption against the wishes of my mother. You see, she had been told at the ag...
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