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Weekly Contest #345
11:59. My chest seizes. My phone vibrates across the sheets. I can’t move.The screen is glowing in the dark, pale and sickly. One new message waits.Don’t.The word stares back at me, frozen on the screen. I lie in bed staring back at it. My legs are stiff under the blankets.My fingers really want to swipe the screen. But for some reason, I can’t. The blanket clings to my legs, heavy and suffocating.My chest tightens. Each breath scrapes in and out. The light from my phone warps the ceiling above me. I want to look but I just cannot do it.I st...
Weekly Contest #343
The door closed behind me with a click. My chest felt tight right away. My heart was beating fast like it was going to break the calm I was trying to keep. I came to this escape room on purpose to face my fear of being trapped in spaces. As soon as the door closed I felt like I made a big mistake. The air felt heavier, the walls felt like they were moving in on me. I could feel my breath getting shorter. The waiver had one name printed at the bottom. Cillian. I almost walked out when I saw it. I had seen his name before. On news reports. On ...
Weekly Contest #339
Indigo woke up this morning, fresh off her mother’s funeral. Her mom died unexpectedly. She got the call on Thursday afternoon while she was driving home from work. Her mom’s body was never found. That’s why the funeral was closed casket. She woke up and went straight to the coffee maker. She poured the steaming coffee into her favorite mug, the aroma sharp in the quiet kitchen. There was a man's hair all over the place. That’s when she noticed the envelope on the counter, addressed in handwriting she recognized. It was her mom’s. She ope...
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