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Weekly Contest #348
When I try to sleep, I hear a marching in my ears. Since I was little, I imagined cartoon red-coated soldiers, wearing those tall black hats, lockstepping in a never-ending line. I thought everyone heard them. Apparently not. I lay here now, listening to the marching that is not marching, and try not to think about tomorrow. Tomorrow we’re shopping for school supplies, and other than my birthday, it’s my least favourite day of the year. Because when I was born, my father named me Kinley, but my mother named me Thief. My first act, at my firs...
Weekly Contest #288
The snow twisted through the thick mists that rose off the water, creating a thick veil that obscured the distant island. The deep black of the sea quickly faded into the blinding neon grey of the sky, the light diffuse and scattering all shadow. The island itself flickered from view like a mirage, its hazy outline faint and indistinct. The boat struggled forward through the churning water, and slowly the jagged silhouette stabilized. The skinny, twisted trees blocked any view of the small settlement we’d come to find, but a long and crooked...
Weekly Contest #245
The star assigned to Naija at birth wasn’t a particularly special star. It wasn’t one of the brightest, or attached to a fancy constellation. Her life would’ve been so much easier if she had an in with the Orion or Andromeda crowds, of course. But still, she couldn’t help but love the distant dim light of Hypellaen, the star that granted her a gentle spirit and positive attitude. She did feel lucky she had a star she could see all year, and every night she made sure to take time to look out her window and thank that sweet, faint light as it ...
Weekly Contest #96
For some reason, they always knew she would let them in. And for some reason, she always did. They would turn up with the face of someone who looked familiar, but not, like a memory distorted. They smelled of fresh leaves and musty fungus. They had glittering obsidian eyes, and ragged, patchy hair. They always wore red. They would come to Eve’s home, and once they were installed she almost never saw them. Merely upon waking she would notice a lamp had disappeared or a rug replaced by woven winter moss. Dozens of smaller changes she onl...
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