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Weekly Contest #337
The fluorescent lights of the Catalyst Creative Institute hummed their usual Tuesday morning melody as Meg crouched behind the supply closet door, her heart hammering with anticipation. She could hear Leo's footsteps echoing down the hallway, At twenty-six, she should probably have outgrown this kind of thing, but the joy of making Leo jump never got old. "BOO!" Leo shrieked, stumbling backward and nearly dropping his coffee. "Jesus Christ, Meg! You gaved me a heart attack " Meg doubled over with laughter, her navy blue cardigan slipping off...
Weekly Contest #335
Aries learned two important things in the past two years. One: being a werewolf did not come with an instruction manual, a union, or paid sick leave. Two: people at work definitely noticed when you showed up on a Monday morning with bruises shaped like claw marks and claimed you “fell down the stairs.” Again. She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror at the office, tugging the sleeve of her blazer down over a purple bruise blooming along her forearm. It throbbed faintly, a reminder of last night’s vigilante patrol that went sideway...
Weekly Contest #323
“Mi cielo you wouldn’t believe the reports I’ve seen this week. The city feels like it’s auditioning for a dystopian reboot.” Robin in the kitchen fixing drinks for the party “Well, at least the city’s finally found its aesthetic. I’d call it urban collapse with character development.” “Don’t laugh. Every day’s another headline. Armed robberies in daylight, muggings livestreamed for clout. It’s like the city forgot shame was a thing.” Robin’s smile faltered, then came back edged. “Sounds like we should start selling front-row tickets. ‘So...
Weekly Contest #321
“You shouldn’t drink with your patient like this,” I shot back. We had this rhythm—teasing that tip-toed along the edge of a line neither of us admitted we wanted to cross. “Healthy therapists don’t hang out with their patients at midnight in October.” “Best friends,” he corrected softly. “That’s our cover story, remember?” “Right, and I’m the emotionally stable one in this trio,” came a voice from the sidewalk, dry as the leaves crunching under her boots. Alex climbed the porch steps, thermos in hand. “Also, I brought snacks. Because nothin...
Weekly Contest #319
The Symphony of Shadows The city quivered like prey, its towers rattling with anxious light, its alleys whispering the rot beneath the glow. I slid between its cracks, not the illness itself but the whisper of its fever, a presence too patient to be seen until too late. And in that suffocating hush, I fixed upon the only heartbeat I craved—Nova. Tonight, I would not let my Bambi escape me. Oakhaven, with its charming cobblestone streets and quaint coffee shops, was a stubborn adversary. Their unwavering belief in their mundane lives, their b...
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