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Weekly Contest #363
The captain stumbled to the side and caught himself on the wooden bulwark as his ship’s deck lurched sharply beneath his feet. Droplets from the wave slamming into the ship splashed into his face. “Captain, I don’t think we’re gonna make it!” one of his men cried out. “Captain, the sails won’t hold—” “—man overboard! Man overboard!” The sound of his men shouting was drowned out by the crash of the waves and the roar of thunder. Steeling his resolve, the captain pulled his hat tighter against his head and fought his way forward through the ho...
Weekly Contest #362
Stephanie rubbed her eyes as her cat meowed next to her ear. She rolled over with a grunt, but eventually allowed Dusty to compel her out of bed and into her apartment’s small kitchen. Dusty twined around her legs as she walked, but he’d done this more times than she could count, so she no longer stumbled over him. She smoothed a hand over his grey coat as she reached into the cabinet to pull out a can of his wet food. As Dusty ate the food she placed in front of him, Stephanie couldn’t help but recall when she brought him home and got to f...
Weekly Contest #361
I don’t know why I thought this summer would be the one that changed things. Maybe I read too much when I was a kid—all those romance novels that had the hero swooping in to save the damsel in distress really got my hopes up that one day I could be saved like them too. I first met Arthur at the pool. His hair shimmered in the sun like liquid gold and droplets clung to his perfectly sculpted abs as he pulled himself out of the water. He was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I doubted he’d even notice me....
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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