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Submitted to Contest #309
The hospital lobby smells like antiseptic and burned coffee. Ava sits on the edge of a vinyl chair that squeaks every time she shifts. Her hands tremble in her lap. She hasn’t stopped shaking since the phone call came.The nurse had said he was stable. Alive. But something in her voice was too calm and too clinical, as if it was a warning to Ava that the man in Room 204 wouldn’t be the same one who’d left for the store two nights ago in the rain.The door is ajar. Soft beeping pulses in the air like a second heartbeat. Inside, Noah sits proppe...
Submitted to Contest #300
There was once a village perched high on the cliffs of the northern coast, where the wind never stopped singing, and the sea seemed to listen. It was called Iridale, a place so tucked away from the world that maps never bothered to mark it. The people there lived with the tides, with the gulls, and with the bell towers-three of them carved from white stone that glowed lavender at dusk.Each morning, the bells rang-not to signal time, but to greet it. Each tone was tuned to a different emotion: one for joy, one for sorrow, one for memory. It w...
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