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Weekly Contest #368
A faint version of consciousness reaches a long hand into my slumber as I break the outer atmosphere, the inner depths of what can be called my mind now touching awareness. It is the first time I had truly been aware of anything for what feels like aeons within my own darkness. The way of the Dreadkon. My body is a lone missile within the eternity of space, a humanoid rock, a stone bound to the stars. I am not a man as you would call me. During my cosmic travel stage, my limbs retreat into the angular mass of my torso, and I soar for on...
Weekly Contest #358
Conan paced the small dark room, cutting back and forth across the one beam of morning sunlight that pierced the shutters. He needed it to gauge how long he’d been at it, how long he’d been in this damned place preparing. Sweat beaded against his forehead, his mind alive with a thousand possibilities, a thousand thoughts from people he could not see. It was this day, he had told them. This day the target would try to assassinate the future president. He could hear his desperation, hear his incessant, obsessive thoughts, his fractured mind. T...
Weekly Contest #349
Apocalypse - lowlandsThe charred ground crunched beneath Max's feet as he advanced through the lowlands. Nowhere in sight was there a patch of earth that was not the deepest black, cracked and split by the force of the cosmic waves that had left this place desolate. Grey mist swept across the fractured earth, spilling from the deepest crevices. Inky black clouds swirled high overhead, obscuring all view of the afternoon sun. It was as darkest night, even in the middle of the day. Max’s breath was laboured as he marched forwards through these...
Weekly Contest #327
CW: This story contains explicit language, graphic horror imagery, and violence. The streets were scattered with curled brown and orange leaves that fell like snow, only less frequent, even gentler somehow. A smooth wind teased its way through the treetops, making them sway like waves viewed from beneath the depths of an autumn tide. Halloween. I'm too old to trick or treat now, but the feeling I get still fills me with warmth. A collective sense of wonder, the unknown, spookiness. Childish I know. I smile as I watch my little brother go off...
Weekly Contest #325
A chilled air swept through the void lands, kicking up dust and slithering through the valley of black rock with a deathly howl. By the time this gust had reached Marcellus it was no more than a breeze, but its chill woke him from his fevered state. He had been set upon by a vicious beast, one commanded by a force stronger than he could have anticipated. Now, he rode his steed through the mountain path as blood coated his skin beneath punctured silver armour. His curled black hair draped partially over his dark blue eyes, matted with blood a...
Weekly Contest #322
The sound of my armour scraping against the black marble beneath me echoes in the chamber. The stone that meets my back is perfectly smooth, as was the blow that put me there. I stand as fast as I can, still winded with laboured breaths, instinctively swiping at my nose and seeing blood in my peripheral vision. Never take your eyes off of your opponent. Not even for mortal wounds, let alone a nose bleed. The chamber I am in is large and dark, illuminated by a few torches of orange flame attached to the walls. The ceilings arch upwards like a...
Weekly Contest #320
*Explicit language and violence The steady rhythm of the tires against tarmac had almost lulled me to sleep at precisely the wrong fucking time. Days I had been awake, dreaming of this moment. Terry should be about a mile away, ready to drop the spike strip. God these handcuffs. I could swear there was a groove melding into my bones where they sit. I suddenly remember how close I am and adrenaline begins coursing through my veins. Breathe deep. Composure. It could all count on this.'You fucking idiots ready?' I yell through the small hatch. ...
Weekly Contest #317
Distant lightning pulsed over the mountainside moors, echoing through the valley. Thunder rumbled, like a guttural chant from the earth itself. Hugo stirred from his sleep. As the flashing strikes ignited the room Hugo sat up startled, strange shadows appearing across the bare stone walls. He then realised he had been awoken from a dream and sighed. His uncle's castle was an eerie, impressive place, seeming to always be wrapped in a blanket of mist, cutting a stark grey silhouette of ancient architecture into the moorlands. The patter of las...
Weekly Contest #311
Fever Dreams Thunder rumbled distantly as lighting pulsed, piercing through the shutters of the hotel window. Rain continued to lash down. Jacob could not sleep. Usually, the sounds of a storm and rain gave him a sense of comfort, only on this evening it seemed to fuel his thoughts, each flash of blue lightning that breached his half open shutters energising his racing mind. Still he could not bring himself to close them fully, and finally he gave in, switching on his bedside light and moving up to a sitting position, sighing. 'Sleep is for ...
Weekly Contest #249
Sam recoiled, oscillating beams of light bouncing off of his tired eyelids and jolting him fully back into reality. It had been hours since another car had passed, and for this reason alone it felt like divine intervention - he hadn’t even realised that he was beginning to doze off. The realisation of his condition set in and Sam sat fully upright, taking in a deep breath and winding down his creaking window so just enough of the sharp winter air could reignite his senses. ‘Think it’s time for a pit stop’ he muttered to himself as he tu...
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