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Weekly Contest #326
The alley was silent. Rain fell in thick sheets, a persistent, patient drum on puddles and metal alike. Each droplet fractured the neon towers into a thousand prisms: cobalt blue from flickering holo-ads, crimson from warning beacons, gold from streetlights reflected in the wet asphalt. Broken glass and discarded circuits littered the ground, glinting like dying stars. The scent of ozone mingled with wet concrete, metallic tangs hinting at machines long abandoned or scavenged beyond recognition.Jace Verin moved cautiously. His boots pressed ...
The chapel had stood long before memory could grasp its age. Its stones, darkened by centuries of rain, smoke, and shadow, seemed to breathe, carrying secrets that whispered in corners and between cracks. Father Malachi walked the nave with deliberate, careful steps, his worn shoes creaking softly against the wooden floor. His hand rested on the leather-bound book he had carried for decades, its pages yellowed, fragile, and heavy with words that seemed to shift if you looked too closely. The air was thick with dust and incense, but beneath i...
Weekly Contest #325
The desert pressed against Ash Mesa with a patience older than memory, its wind carrying whispers that brushed against the town in quiet insistence. Jesse arrived in the late afternoon, the rusted Ford groaning over the pavement, tires marking the road as if sketching some long-forgotten warning. The horizon shimmered in heat and dust, the air thick with the sweetness of sand overcooked by the sun. Every mile felt like peeling back layers of memory Jesse had buried, each one dragging him closer to the edges of his own unease.The Saguaro Mote...
Time to wake up.No, that’s not right, Jay thought. I’m already awake... I think.A giant whale floated through the sky as he opened his windows to let the cool morning breeze flow through the branches of his treehouse. The air smelled like saltwater and wood sap. The leaves rustled softly as if whispering to him that the world outside was still real — or pretending to be.Just as he turned to take it all in, the whale shifted its enormous gaze toward him. Its black, fathomless eyes shimmered like deep water. Opening its mouth wide, it released...
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