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Weekly Contest #369
Dan saw her again. She was definitely alive. A rush of joy and relief surged through his body as he stumbled towards her. She was wearing her favourite dress, white with a floral pattern. Her blond curls glistened in the moonlight. “Kat? Oh my God, you’re here. I’m so sorry, babe—” His voice cracked.She turned and looked at him with an expression that stirred something dark in Dan. Disgust.“What’s wrong? Let’s go home.” He grabbed her arm. She was there. He could feel her warm skin.“Oh my God, leave me alone!” she yelled. He was angry now. H...
Weekly Contest #355
Samantha Clay felt anxious that Christmas Eve. It was the first time her family was meeting her fiancé Oran. Or rather, she was worried Oran was meeting them.Samantha loved spending time with her mum and her sister — and her kids. They only saw each other twice a year, so Christmas was always special to her. Her extended family would be there too, her auntie, grandpa and her brother-in-law. She loved them all.Cousin Alfred would also be there. Just like every year before and every year to come. Always there.She didn’t like him. She didn’t un...
Weekly Contest #354
“Malcolm.”I wake to my wife faintly calling my name, her weak voice drowned by the ship’s blaring alarm. The seat straps bite into my shoulders while my arms float helplessly in front of me. I try to speak, a bitter taste of iron in my mouth.“Amy… are you okay?” The words barely leave my lips.She doesn’t reply.I instinctively reach for her, but she’s out of reach.I force my eyes open and the world becomes a red-tinted blur. Droplets of blood hang somewhere between us. Her face is obscured behind her helmet, black hair covering most of it. Fo...
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