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Weekly Contest #370
Ella lay wrapped in a sterile embrace as shadows gathered around her frail, motionless form. Her eyes, once wide and curious, fluttered beneath heavy lids while the ventilator struggled to keep pace. Each mechanical tone formed a cadence, marking time with a precision too flawless, too exact for a thing so obscure. Ethan sat at her bedside, absently tracing the small star tattoo on her wrist with his thumb as a faint pulse stuttered beneath it. He hadn’t shaved in days. Sleeplessness had softened the sharp lines of his face and hollowed the ...
Weekly Contest #316
The suitcase sprawled open on the faded motel bed like a gaping mouth, its hollow jaws waiting to be fed. She drew in the dusty air, lungs straining against its weight, and flicked her gaze toward the clock. 2:12 AM. She needed to move. Outside, the motel’s VACANCY sign stuttered against the dark, its neon buzz gnawing at the quiet hum of the highway. She swept her eyes across the room one last time, examining every shadowed corner, before she began to pack. First came the clothes—unremarkable and colorless: a sweater, two pairs of jeans...
Weekly Contest #279
Year One Hannah sat on the cracked steps of a cottage, her hands trembling around a can of peaches. The cold wind whipped through the small town she had discovered three days ago. She stared at the sky—an unforgiving shroud of gray that never seemed to lift. It had been months since Hannah had heard another voice or seen another human, months since she had awoken to a vacant world— months, since the day she realized she was absolutely and utterly alone. The last thing she remembered was driving home from the restaurant she worked, speedin...
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