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Weekly Contest #367
Mazy Banks looked out at the river. She stood in the middle of the bridge. The lanes that should have held cars held only silence. Her hands gripped the bridge’s concrete edge; as they tightened, their color drained until it matched the stone.From a distance, a click reached her ears. She jerked her hands from the bridge. A black stone caught her eye, and she hurled it in the direction the sound had emerged. The rock flew until it glanced off a net by the side of the riverbank before disappearing.A smile flickered across her face, but the so...
Weekly Contest #360
The sea of reflections from the flutes momentarily blinded Mark.As he blinked, the room sharpened—couples everywhere, champagne in one hand, the other curled around a waist or laced with a partner’s fingers.His stomach jolted.The invitation in his hand trembled as he read it again: “Private New Year’s Eve reception. Bring a friend or find one tonight.” 10Mark wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. His heart kicked hard, and a smile tugged at his lips. Regina, his childhood neighbor, stood in the center of the room, head down, one arm across he...
Weekly Contest #359
Content Warning: This story contains abduction, sexual‑violence themes, and physical violence. The shadows covered him. A chilly breeze made his nose tingle.Silence.Cars passed without seeing him. He did not exist to them, and they did not matter to him. The building across the street was where he focused.The door swung open. A light sparked and shone, striking his eyes. A tall woman emerged, turned back, smiled, and waved. She giggled again.He shook his head and whispered, “You’ll stop laughing soon.”As she crossed the street, he glanced do...
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