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Weekly Contest #372
“You got any plans for the next couple days?” Emma forced a smile. “Not really, just gotta crack down on this solo a bit more. Can’t be dragging on the next performance, you know?” “Emma, you did great today. Make sure to get some rest, okay?” The violinist said, “Have a good one, I’ll see you next week.” Emma threw her hand up in a wave to the concertmaster before turning back to her cello. Clack, clack, clack. She finished snapping the clips together on her case before heaving it upright. She quickly swept her sheet music into a folder, wh...
Weekly Contest #258
Click The satisfying sound of the shutter opening and closing never ceased to bring a thin smile to my lips. My finger released the button and I lowered the camera, my eyes still stuck on the focus of the picture. Ahead of me was the culprit who had captured the attention of both my eyes and my camera. A puppeteer whose delicate fingers fluttered around, bringing the wooden figure to life. The woman led the puppet all across the stage, dancing and posing while she narrated a classic story of a prince saving a princess from a tall tower pro...
Weekly Contest #206
Warning: Death and Supernatural Elements Milo gulped, eyes fixated on a single point in the dark corner of his room. He blinked aggressively and rubbed his eyes with his tiny fists, hoping he was hallucinating. In all truth, the nature of what Milo saw was nothing new. But the shape of the horror in front of him was far too personal. Moonlight streamed in through a small window near Milo’s head, providing cold, distant illumination. The puppy shaped night light which should have been providing a comforting orange glow, was as dark as the re...
Weekly Contest #118
Warning: Graphic depictions of violence “Faster!” Ash screamed, holding tight to Levi’s jacket. He shoved the older boy forwards, nearly causing him to trip over a fallen tree. The intense growls and shrieks ringing through the thick forest spurred Ash on to sprint even faster. He leapt over roots and dodged the low-hanging branches weighed down by ice covered orange and yellow leaves. All while keeping the other boy in his view. Ash wrenched his thoughts away from visible blood trickling down his friend's back. They would deal with that ...
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