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Layan E

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Wrong Doers

Weekly Contest #354

I shake my head, trying to clear my head a faint smell of smoke fills my lungs as I walk into the diner. I clutch my purse tighter and steal a look around, making sure Mom hasn’t arrived yet. Sighing, I drop into a high chair at a table for two while reaching into my purse and pulling out a cigarette. As I light it, I glance behind to see an old lady with red hair enter. Her hair is curled, half up half down, giving her a youthful look in addition to the white dress with daisies that flows around her waist and down her knees. She shoulders a...

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You Blinked First

It was the eyes that got me. Deep brown, glossy, and locked onto mine with an intensity that made my skin prickle. The stray dog had been sitting outside the coffee shop all afternoon, tail wagging whenever someone passed, but no one seemed to pay it any mind.I made the mistake of meeting its gaze.That was all it took.I sighed, crouching down. “You lost, buddy?”No collar. No tags. Just shaggy black fur, lean ribs, and those unsettling focused eyes.The dog didn’t move as I scratched behind its ears. Just sat there, staring, unblinking. I laug...

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Faded Voices

I sniff, my cheeks tickling from all the tears I’ve sobbed. The pillow is as soft as my cheek; rough and raw cheeks. I don’t bother wiping them — instead, I turn to my right towards the silent wall. I can hear the crickets’ soft, whispering rasps, like tiny bows drawing across invisible strings in the stillness of the night. Alone in the dark starless sky, I feel like screaming to fill the black. I toss and turn, restless, before giving up entirely. I sit down on my sheet-less bed and look at the sky. Oh wow. A single bright shining star has...

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The House that Knows

Weekly Contest #271

It was a dark, ominous night, cloaked in fear that gripped the soul and refused to let go. The wind howled like a chorus of lost souls, whipping through the trees with a mournful wail. The branches, skeletal and gnarled, twisted and clawed at the air as if trying to escape their shadows. In the pitch darkness, shadows twisted and writhed, as if alive and hungry. The black starless sky was silent as a grave, staring down at the shadow-filled ground. They slithered along the ground, creeping closer to the forest’s heart where the old, abandone...

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