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Weekly Contest #364
CW: Domestic Abuse, Addiction I wake slowly, reluctantly, as though I’ve been asleep for a thousand years. Pain radiates through my back and shoulders, pain that I quickly conclude is likely a result of the fact that I’m lying on the floor. Why am I lying on the floor? More to the point, where is this floor?I sit up and rub my eyes. The walls are the same bright white as the floor. The room is completely empty, except for me. There is no furniture, no pictures on the walls. A single door (white, of course) stands in the wall to my left. I st...
Weekly Contest #362
I lean over my laptop and press the record button, starting my livestream. “Hi everyone, thanks for joining. Let’s just wait for a few more people… Okay, we can start, I guess. Thanks for tuning in guys, and welcome to another episode of Eat with Eden. Today I’m going to be eating this huge bowl of cold skin noodles and shrimp dumplings. So whether you’re eating along with me or just here for the company, let’s get started.”I pick up a dumpling and show it to the camera before putting it in my mouth. As I’m chewing, my eyes are laser focused...
Weekly Contest #361
2041My footsteps echo throughout the cold, metal tunnel. It’s been a long day. I pass one of my neighbours, presumably heading out to his overnight shift at the food distribution centre. We nod at each other in acknowledgement, but say nothing. People tend to keep to themselves down here. Each man for himself. I reach the door to our unit and let myself in.“Daddy!” Amaya runs up to me, her arms outstretched. I pick her up and swing her around. “How was school today?” I ask, as we both head into the kitchen. Yasmin is standing over the stove,...
Weekly Contest #359
“Let’s go for a smoke,” my friend Harry suggests, downing his beer. “Excellent idea,” I reply.We stand from the sticky-topped table and squeeze our way through the crowded bar. The cool air that hits me when we pour out the door feels good, sobering me up slightly. My friends are pretty big drinkers, and I’ve been trying to keep up, despite being a bit of a lightweight. Tonight, we’re in Northport, the city we attended university in. I’m pretty familiar with the area, but it’s been a while since I was here, having moved to London after gradu...
Weekly Contest #358
7amThursday morning. The incessant beeping of my alarm clock pulls me out of a deep slumber. I roll over in bed and press snooze. I need those precious extra five minutes to compose myself enough to get up, ready to face the big, scary world outside of the safety of my apartment. A dull ache throbs beneath my temples, a sensation which checked itself in a week ago and has long outstayed its welcome. The headache is accompanied by a mild yet constant feeling of nausea. I can feel my heartbeat reverberating through my eardrums, an uncomfortabl...
Weekly Contest #356
From: di.ejones@nethermore.pdTo: rita@marlowedetectiveagency.com Subject: Operation Bramble Case Files Hi Rita, As discussed in our previous meeting, Operation Bramble (Case Number: #09573294) is now considered a cold case. We appreciate your assistance as we shift to focusing on other investigations. Enclosed are the evidence files you requested. Any questions, don’t hesitate to ask. Best, Detective Inspector Edward JonesNethermore Police Department Airbnb listing for Bramble CottageEntire cottage in Little Chalbrook, United Kingdom2 bed...
Weekly Contest #355
Beloved and world-renowned actor, Charles Monroe, died in his home last night, reportedly of liver failure. He was seventy-five years old. Monroe, who first burst onto our screens in ‘When God Created Man’, went on to have a long and respected acting career, winning three academy awards in his lifetime. He is perhaps best known for his collaborations with first wife Marnie Monroe, in romantic dramas such as ‘Slow Burn’ and ‘A Thousand Goodbyes’. Monroe’s life was often the subject of tabloid scrutiny, drawing particular attention when he mar...
Weekly Contest #354
I slowly sip my gin and tonic, the cool liquid a welcome sensation on this unusually warm Friday evening in April.I’m having drinks with my oldest friends - Caitlin, blonde waves perfectly styled, nursing a glass of cold white wine. Josh, who has come straight from the office, shirt sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Aiden, who always takes joy in ordering the most ridiculous cocktail he can find, drinking a neon blue concoction served in some sort of chemistry flask. And finally, Liana, dressed in one of her long vintage dresses, high-pitched...
Weekly Contest #353
I am eighty-seven years old, and I have lived a very simple but happy life. My wife, Ava, passed away fifteen years ago, and as we had no children, now it’s just me and my rescue dog, Pip. I miss my wife everyday, but I’m an introvert who has always been perfectly content in his own company, so I get by okay.After we got married, Ava and I bought a small cottage in the countryside, which I still live in now. The house itself isn’t much to write home about, but it came with our very own plot of land, surrounded by woods, which we loved. Ava w...
Weekly Contest #352
I was eight years old when I first saw someone die. It was my mother. Despite never smoking, she had been diagnosed with lung cancer just six months earlier, and now I watched as she lay in bed struggling to breathe. The bed was surrounded by my father and four older siblings, all with tears in their eyes. My father had a strange look on his face, an emotion I couldn’t pin down at my young age. Looking back knowing what I know now, that emotion was clearly guilt. The sound of my mother dying has stuck with me after all these years. Her short...
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