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Weekly Contest #336
“Life for life,” the Hollow Tree said.Its words creaked into the air, sharp and splintering, echoing through the cave as though the stone itself repeated the price. My heart strained harder with every step I took closer. The trembling in my legs had started the moment I was told my mother had passed, spoken gently, as if kindness could soften death, and it had never stopped. My body had never learned how to hold this kind of pain. I had been sheltered from hardship, protected from loss, and now I stood in a damp, forgotten cave where the Hol...
Weekly Contest #335
None of this was right.This was meant to be a tour of celebration, a traveling parade meant to visit every village, town, and city in the prefecture. The people had given us so much, and this journey was supposed to show the citizens that we saw them, that we were here for them, that we honored them simply by showing up.But now we were sitting in the middle of a barren desert, sand beating against our skin, strange noises rolling out of the heavy clouds gathering on the horizon. The others were laughing and passing around drinks as if they h...
Weekly Contest #334
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. I could hear the trees cracking in the opening ahead of me. The snow fell slowly onto my face, melting into cold streams that ran down my cheeks, leaving behind a sting as the air kissed me. I stood over the fresh dirt of my mother's grave. Everyone else had left for a family member’s house to laugh, cry, and tell stories, both good and bad, of my mother.“Come, burden us,” a scratchy whisper came from the woods at the edge of the cemetery. I was unsure if it was the cold wind...
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