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Weekly Contest #319
Content warning: violence, human sacrifice, suicide, murder The Chamber of Undoing: it was a place that inspired fear. Black marble walls soared into oblivion. Flames licked hungrily from old iron candelabras, casting a devilish carmine glow. On the western wall, a large throne rose to prominence. A rearing dragon it was, carved from obsidian; two glittering rubies glared out of its snarling face. A thin humanoid perched upon this throne. Unruly curls dark as pitch crowned his head, and his eyes were soulless and black. Raven coloured was ...
Weekly Contest #93
T’was a day like any other day. The sun was shining, the mockingbirds were mocking, and Steve was in love. He watched as Cheryl crumpled up greasy paper plates and lobbed them into the trash bin with the precision of an eagle swooping in on prey. Her glossy ponytail gleamed red like the blood of slain enemies. She looked like an angel. Cheryl looked over. “Hey Steve. Steve! Dreamer boy. You agreed to help so get off your ass and clean up the living room.” She was a snarky, demanding angel. Steve was besotted. Perhaps today would ...
Weekly Contest #92
“Fly, you --” “Fools!” Winston booms. You blink. His baritone rings loud, too loud, before a heavy silence rushes in. You wonder, dumbly, if the Balrog has somehow dragged you down too. Your hand fumbles in the dark for Winston. “Mom!” the cracking voice of your teen son calls down. “Did you pay the power bill?” “Yes.” Your strained voice floats like a tiny island in this blackness. Winston’s warm hand finds yours, squeezes reassuringly. “It’s okay, love, just a power outage. Where do you keep the candles?” “Above the stove.” Ju...
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