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Weekly Contest #379
It’s been 958 days since the Face Eaters arrived in Chicago, and I was pretty sure one was behind me. A hulking black shadow—half spectral, half… alien? I didn’t even know what to call them except for ugly and terrifying. The first rule of surviving the Face Eaters: make sure they didn’t know you could see them. The second rule was to run fast. The third rule was to find a door. The initial week they arrived, it had been absolute carnage, and for some reason, no one else could see them the way I could. They ignored me. People were taken by s...
Weekly Contest #370
Warning: Mild gore, death, & action Taliya was trying her damnedest not to die, but the battlefield of Erimyr had been churned to mud. A hundred warriors—the majority now dead—had trampled the ground, which turned every step she took into its own fight. She slashed her longsword into the neck of one of Arsun’s men, her feet sinking further into the sludge. He crumpled forward, blood gurgling from his throat, spilling down onyx armor. She glanced to the horizon where the sun had begun its taunting descent in the sky. They still had time. It ...
Weekly Contest #369
Topbar was the only place open late on a Tuesday in my shitty little hometown. Years ago, at this very table, a college boyfriend had etched our initials into the wood on a particularly boring night of karaoke. If you squinted just right, you could still make out the faint outline of a heart around the letters. It was well past the time I should’ve been out on a work night, but I didn’t care. I hadn’t seen Becca in years, and it had been way too long since my stomach hurt this much from laughing. She was in the suburbs of Chicago, doing the ...
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