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Weekly Contest #364
At 11:47 on a rain-heavy Thursday night, Mara Voss walked into the Bellwether Police Station and confessed to murdering a woman who was still alive. “I killed Elise Harrow,” she said. The desk sergeant stared at her over the top of his glasses. Water dripped from Mara’s black coat onto the tile. Her dark hair clung to her cheeks, and one of her shoes was missing. She held her left wrist tightly in her right hand, hiding what looked like a fresh bruise. “You killed Elise Harrow,” the sergeant repeated. “Yes.” “The Elise Harrow who owns the Ha...
Weekly Contest #334
Deep within the Emerald Veil Jungle, where the air was thick with mist, and the leaves were as wide as sails, lived a creature unlike any other. His name was Icarus. He was not born with that name. Among his kind, names were earned, not given. Long ago, when he was young and reckless, he had leapt from the highest canopy tree during a storm, spreading his winged membranes wide and riding the wind higher than any of his kind dared to go. He had flown too close to the burning sky, his wings singed by the harsh rays of the sun. Icarus w...
Weekly Contest #333
Marley English had learned, at twelve, that growing up didn’t arrive all at once. It came in small recognitions, like noticing the way her mother rubbed her temples when she was thinking, and not just when she was stressed, or how silence could mean comfort instead of loneliness. It came in understanding that love didn’t always look like movies promised—it didn’t always stay in one place. Almost a teenager, Marley was discovering that growth and maturity was less about becoming older, and more about seeing things more clearly. She lived alon...
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