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Weekly Contest #324
Darkness in the midst of a raging storm is lit only by a faint glow of moonlight. It is otherworldly. There is no balance on a ship among violent waves. The ship rocks to and fro in pendulum. Surrounded by roaring darkness across an expanse that goes on for who knows how long, my mind races. I have no idea where I am. The pounding of my heart thunders and fear crashes. Caught in a sea of nightmares with no end in sight. Lightening reigns my eyes into attention. Before me stands a giant helm made of oak and mahogany, rocking back and forth. ...
Weekly Contest #281
A grand chandelier dangling with crystals lights up the immense ballroom with cool lighting. Suspended from the highest tier, at the center of the glass ceiling that opens up to the starry night, it twinkles as if it were a cluster of stars. Enclaved by a gradual spiral staircase-like ascension of upper floors, the ballroom is the centerpiece of the ground floor. White gardenias, orchids, and lilies paint the pillars, and wisteria pour out from the vases. Silver and gold sparkle throughout the room like moonlight on a lake. Anticipation fill...
Weekly Contest #275
Revelations of the ShadowBy Kira Akina She gasps and sits upright breathing heavily; head weary, sweat pearls covering her forehead and chest . Something woke her from her sleep. A sound? No it wasn’t that, not a noise. She groggily lifts her head to look around searching for something to ground her. Her eyelids heavy, she is caught between the state of awake and dreaming. She blinks, slowly becoming more alert. Somewhere in the fog she recalls flashes of images, as if on a film projector. Myra never remembered her dreams. Lost to her...
Weekly Contest #271
(Preface: This story contains reference to natural disasters and the violence that can be caused by them.) How did I end up here in this place, in this palace, in this utopia of grandeur, dining with royalty and diplomats? I ponder how long I have been here and how far from home I am, as my eyes carefully scan the high ceilings of the vast library near the dining hall, where I await supper. Pacing leisurely, exploring in wonderment, my fingers gently brush the books one by one. I feel the texture change from one text to the next as my eyes ...
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