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Weekly Contest #376
She raced through the forest struggling to see through the dark, drowning in rain, stumbling over rocks and twigs and uneven ground. She couldn’t stop, dared not, afraid it could still be their; she pressed on. Breathing heavily, desperate, tears smeared away from her eyes by strong gusts of wind from an impending storm. She hoped and pleaded to God that the storm would bring her cover. Her heart felt like it was about to burst, her lungs burning, against all intension to keep going her body quit on her. She stumbled to a stop, her knees buc...
Weekly Contest #375
It was astonishing, captivating, what played out before his eyes; full of awe. He dared not to blink afraid of missing a fraction of the action that seemed to reach down and touch his soul filling him with unlikely hope. It played out like shadow puppets in the iris’s of his eyes and it was clear what he witnessed was unworldly. He found himself unworthy of laying eyes upon such an idol but too enthralled to bow his head in submission. The way he moved with such grace, like a ballet dancer across a grand stage, the intensity in his eyes of p...
Weekly Contest #182
This story contains themes of mental health, physical violence and suicide. Have you ever felt life has become too much to deal with, so much so, you wish you could just disappear? I guess everyone feels like that from time to time; hell, I feel like that right now. It has been a week since the horrible accident occurred and strangely nothing has changed. No one has even come by my apartment to speak with me about it; not a single knock upon my door. Everything seems to be fine at least that’s what I desperately want to believe. That would ...
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