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It was raining when we got to Tallow Creek, a town straight out of some creepy storybook. Mom said we had to move here, but the minute I saw the flickering yellow streetlights through the passenger window—and the townspeople clinging to the shadows like they were hiding from something—I knew something was off. The streets were empty, eerily so, and it was only seven o’clock. Back home, lights would spill from the windows, people would be walking, laughing, the air full of life. But not here. Here, everything was too quiet. The air felt heavy...
Weekly Contest #325
I wake up, I think. Something feels different. The air is heavy — stagnant, like it’s been frozen in time. The clock ticks, but the sound comes back wrong, twisting off the walls before it dies.Is this a dream? I look around, and even the colors seem faded. What used to be bright blues and purples are now washed out — grayish, stripped of life. Am I seeing this right?I go to the bathroom to wash my face. Maybe I’m just off today.I turn the faucet, but no water comes out. Just a dry, hollow hiss.When I look up, the mirror is fogged over — thi...
Weekly Contest #324
Liora didn’t know what it was called. The ground had given way beneath her before she had time to scream, the air rushing past her ears in a single sharp breath. Now, there was only stone. Stone beneath her palms, stone rising high above, slick with moss and old water. The circle of sky looked impossibly small from where she sat, knees drawn to her chest. Her voice echoed when she called for Kai—once, then twice—before dying into the dark. He would come. He always did. She pressed her hand to the wall, feeling the faint pulse of the world ab...
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