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Weekly Contest #171
I couldn’t stop thinking about the looks on their faces, and I never forget a face. My body count is thirty-two. Thirty-two faces I’ll never forget. They don’t haunt me or torment me like some other poor souls. No, these faces only gently greet me as I drift away to sleep every night. I’ve heard some of my co-workers say they saw fear in the eyes of their targets, and that fear haunts them forever. Not me. I only remember the blankness in their gaze as the life leaves their bodies. That’s what I see every night, the hollow shell of a job...
Weekly Contest #169
Mother Nature can bring back the dead. That’s what my older sister, Alana, used to tell me. She used to always scare me with her creepy stories about ghosts, death, and the monsters lurking in the dark. But her spooky stories no longer affected me once I hit my teenage years. I never realized how much Alana believed them. A flash of bright white lightning illuminates the cemetery. That’s how this story starts. Alana’s told me this one countless times before. Among the numerous tombstones strewn throughout the graveyard stands a willow tree. ...
Weekly Contest #168
His heart raced, "had anyone seen me?" But, of course not, he knew they hadn't; no one dares look at a fellow stranger on public transportation. So he sat alone, watching through the train's window as the sun rose in the east. He fiddled with a rubber band on his wrist. It had become automatic; he did it subconsciously. As the train began to move, he felt a touch of relief, but only a little. He was leaving the past behind him, yet he couldn't cease worrying it would somehow catch him, if not here, then later, perhaps at his next destination...
Weekly Contest #167
Gloria sat, engulfed in the darkness. The calm, quiet emptiness of the void made an easy backdrop for her to clear her mind. She slowly, steadily breathed in and out, relieving her mind of the endless traffic of her anxious thoughts. In the darkness of her cleared mind, the silence of the void was broken simply by the sound of footsteps. It was like watching an old movie where the sound of every step is audible, every click of every heel connecting to the ground beneath. Somewhere in the void of her consciousness, a stranger walked. It sound...
Weekly Contest #163
In the city of sin, the reaper walks in the light. I’ve come to learn that now. I went on a trip to Las Vegas, just my friend and me. “My best friend!” That’s what he called me, but he was a hindrance to me, or so I thought of him as such. But I went with him on this trip cause he invited me and paid for me to go. How could I say no? We hit the pool, and he wanted to play some childlike games. I was hesitant but gave in. It was fun. I hadn’t let loose like that in a long time. He was different from me in many ways, and I always thought ...
Weekly Contest #162
“Eat every single dish that you find across the lands, and you will surely find that these chef’s two hands. Make better than any elf, dwarf, or human chef of expertise The yummiest and most delicious sandwich of gooey grilled cheese!”‘Twas the boasting of the great and prideful orcish chef.Across these wild lands, they all say he is the best.But the brave little lad had no spare time to lend an ear,for a quest he was pursuing and off-track, he would not veer.For the land that he came from, his hometown was at stake. He mustn’t dawdle one mo...
Weekly Contest #161
Clea sat quietly, the campfire crackling and illuminating the darkness. She watched and listened to her surrounding friends. Perhaps her new family, or so she would like them to be. Clea had told them her story and opened herself up to them. It was the first time she’d spoken the words aloud, Clea had never intended to keep her past a secret, but she never felt she could talk about it before this moment. Just something warm and inviting about this group of people made it easy for her to speak and open up about herself. Now that she was done ...
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