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Weekly Contest #331
"WE AREN'T GOING TO MAKE IT!" I screamed. He pulls me harder and as always shows me that positive smile."Doors closing." The station train spoke as we breathe heavily behind the doors. He looks at me and winks. I roll my eyes as we take a seat."See Lilith we made it. Just in time too. We will see the humans first snow fall tonight. As an Angel, I won't break my promise. You deserve it." Christian professed. "We deserve it, idiot..." I mumbled. He give me the 'what did you say' look and I can't help but turn towards the window. We were on our...
Weekly Contest #13
“Come to me Jane, and all will be well. (evil laughter) Come and be apart of my collection!” I awake from a bad dream I have been having for a month. I walk over to the window and sigh. It is the month of October. Where the rainfalls are heavy and clouds are dark. The vibe of the city is misty and the people walk around with fear and gloom on their hearts. I close the curtains and glance at my calendar. “The 31st of October...so, it is finally time.” I whispered. It was about a month ago when I applied to stay in this old Victorian home-turn...
Weekly Contest #11
Fire burns around me, resembling the sun's heat I once felt here as a child. “Growl!” I look to my right and that warm sensation is replaced with terror. A group of men watch me walk through this place that was once filled with joy. The men are buff, hairy, and have teeth as sharp as knives. Their eyes glowed in the misty night. I speed walk further away from them in hopes of not starting trouble. They are out of sight and I return to viewing the rides. The rides were old, well older, and were barely hanging on for dear life. The hinges were...
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