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Weekly Contest #342
The door creaks open, and Clara’s head appears above the threshold. Her eyes widen, filled with something Brianna can’t quite name, and isn’t sure she wants to. It hurts too much to consider.“What are you doing here?” Clara asks, her voice barely above a whisper.All at once, Brianna doesn't know what to say. What could she say after everything she’d done? She opens and closes her mouth in an aborted motion, hoping to say something—anything—but nothing comes out.Clara drags a hand down her face, looking more exhausted than Brianna had ever se...
Weekly Contest #306
Dear Diary, Mar 13, 2015 It’s my birthday!!! I’m finally 10. It felt like it took ages and ages. Oh—do you like my new glitter pens? I do! I’ve got pink, blue, and purple and I’ll use them all. Maybe I can make doodles on my homework. My friends got me a bunch of other really cool presents and we ate a bunch of cake! It was really good cake. I love cake, and Mama saved some cupcakes for later. I invited the fairies to my party, but they didn’t come. Mama says it’s too early in the season for them to come and that they’d write. I thin...
Weekly Contest #305
My fingers tapped an erratic rhythm against the cold steering wheel as I stopped at the red light. The heater sputtered pitifully, no match for the cold wind blowing snowflakes against my windshield. I clicked the wipers up a notch. The path was hazy from the flurry, but I knew it by heart. I’d driven it hundreds of times in high school. Now that I was in college, I hadn’t seen the familiar streets in months—not since Mom died in that crash in the summer. Not since Dad followed shortly after while I was away, not even there to see him one la...
TW: Violence, mental health, dark themes, swearing The air was musty and smelled of iron, a result of the blood spilled that night. Jay dragged her fingers through the gore covering the wall and brought it to her nose. The Corps were right to send her here; the scent of magic lingered in the corrupted alleyway. The Corporation for the Investigation of the Unusual, nicknamed the Magician Corporation or just ‘the Corps,’ dealt with strange crimes like this one. Supernatural crimes. Without the Corps, magic would be exposed to the no...
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