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Weekly Contest #337
AmandaMy life had gone perpetually downhill since the murder trial. Wait—no, scratch that. Since she was arrested; the fear in her eyes as she was dragged away by two uninterested cops. I had screamed a promise that I would prove her innocence. Unfortunately, two months later she admitted to the crimes without so much as a stutter. Still, I couldn’t find it in my heart to hate her, even if she was a psychopath. I sat on my bed, staring up at the ceiling she had painted with tiny yellow stars when we had our first sleepover at just ten years ...
Weekly Contest #334
The sun filtered through the canopy, lighting the pale green leaves on the tall trees surrounding the woods. Samantha, a short girl with long black hair, stood at the edge, watching them sway, wondering if she dared step inside. Everyone in the town knew you didn’t enter the woods—not if you wanted to come home again. A firm hand clamped down on her shoulder, making her jump. “It’s just me. Now remember, we don’t go into the woods if we want to come home,” her mum warned, steering her away and starting a boring conversation with ease. The to...
Weekly Contest #333
I stared at the empty wine glass that sat in front of me on the kitchen counter. I wanted to pour more wine. I knew I shouldn’t. I had work in the morning. Still, the glass was begging me to pour some more. Fortunately, I was interrupted by my familiar text tone coming from the pocket of my black jacket. I had embroidered with tiny blue flowers on a wintry June morning when I was fifteen. My parents had taken my brother to the movies and left me alone for most of the day. It took me an embarrassing amount of time to fish my phone out of my p...
Weekly Contest #317
Detective Wanless. His name matched his character perfectly. A boring, average, middle aged man with a twitchy moustache that every police officer his age possessed, although they were generally a much higher rank than he was. He lived in a town called Seawood and worked in the tiny local police station. Strangely enough, the only largeish body of water was a small brown coloured lake at the edge of the little town. The woman in charge was a much more interesting person, Chief Szabranski. She was a diminutive woman who had migrated from Pola...
Weekly Contest #305
Day one.I had planned to only take a short walk, alas I ended up far away from home. Although a little question kept popping up in my head. Was home so much better than the endless walk? My feet ached, my head throbbed, and my throat was parched but the rode needed me. Mabey I was delirious, but it seemed as if the rode required me to add value to its practical yet boring existence. At home no one needed me. Everyone flocked to my twin Amara, an elegant creature with agile legs and promising features. My parents noticed me, ...
Weekly Contest #304
Enhancement was a famous cosmetics company; but you already knew that, and I wish I never worked for them. I was Astrid Schneider desperately climbing my way up the corporate ladder when everything fell apart. The man in charge was stern and vicious. He was tall and wiry. While that alone didn’t make him awful it still added to his intimidating disposition. All his employees [including me] trembled in fear when he entered the room. Conversations would stop due to the paralysing fear that took over everyone. As you can probably guess it was c...
Weekly Contest #301
Every morning, I opened the shop at seven a.m. No later, no earlier. I had the prime location- smack bang in the middle of Main Street, impossible to miss. I also had the advantage of being the only florist in Skeleton Town. I'm sure I can guess your immediate thoughts. Ghost stories. Vampires withpale white skin, glowing red eyes and blood-stained teeth. White bones crunching under foot; I’d heard them all and ignored them all. I worked hard and I wasn't going to let myself go crazy.My shop consisted of two parts.The bottom part was filled ...
Weekly Contest #299
“Daddy!”, I called as I backed away from the lifeless body.“Daddy!”, I called again panic rising in my chest as time trickled away. The woods seemed to close in around me. I tried to scream again, but no words could leave my mouth. I noticed the murder weapon lying a few inches away from the child's body. Me and my dad lived on a farm in Texas America. These woods lay just a few miles away from our farm. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and waited for my daddy to rescue me. I woke up inside my daddy’s arms, inside a cold bright room. A man in a...
Weekly Contest #287
This story contains themes of substance abuse violence and domestic abuse A perfect family. A mother, a father, a son and a daughter. Emerald, green eyes and rosy, red cheeks reflected from each of their faces to the camera lens. Perfect smiles lit up their faces as the bright flash of the camera cemented the joy in time. Later, they printed out the photo placed it in a shiny gold frame before hanging it up on the wall for all to see how perfect they were.Years went by and the perfection continued at least on the outside. But cracks started ...
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