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Weekly Contest #349
Today is April 31st and……… “Pretty Things Don’t Bleed” They always said pretty girls got saved. Nobody ever told them what happened when pretty girls did the saving. By the time Enyla Cross walked into Club Seraph, three men were already marked for death. She just hadn’t decided which one would go first. The club pulsed like a heartbeat—dark, heavy, alive. Neon lights kissed skin in shades of sin and temptation. Money moved fast here. So did secrets. Enyla didn’t belong. Which is exactly why nobody questioned her. Long legs. Black dress...
“Where the World Still Breathes” The world didn’t end all at once. It exhaled itself to death. First the oceans pulled back like they were tired of touching land. Then the skies turned a permanent shade of bruise, thick with ash and something no one ever found a name for. Cities didn’t fall—they hollowed. People didn’t die—they disappeared in pieces. And somewhere in what was left of California, where heat shimmered over broken highways and the wind carried the sound of things that no longer existed… Alani Reyes learned how to survive witho...
“The Girl Nobody Came Back For” Envy Leeown learned how to measure time by abandonment. Not in minutes. Not in hours. But in how long it took for hope to start hurting. She was ten the first time she understood that waiting could become a place—a quiet, stretching place where promises go to thin out and disappear. The bus station carried the smell of wet pavement and worn-out lives. The kind of place where people didn’t look at each other too long, just in case they saw something familiar. Envy sat on a hard plastic bench, her legs swingi...
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