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Weekly Contest #378
“Oh my god! What are you!?” I screamed as I stretched my mouth wide, my eyes filled with terror. I was staring into the mirror, assessing my face. I frowned; it wasn’t right. “Oh my god! What are you!?” I screamed again, changing how I moved my mouth. It still didn’t feel right. I grunted and turned to the shower. A man, Dylan Harper, was tied up there, looking at me in horror. He looked exactly like me. Well, it was more like I looked like him. “Do it for me again, please,” I said, giving a polite smile. “Please, just let me go,” Dylan whim...
Weekly Contest #377
“Come on! Hurry up,” Belle said from ahead of me. She crouched low to access the concrete tunnel ahead of us. If she had to get down to squeeze through, this was gonna suck for me. I leaned down, hands on my knees as I peered into the darkness. The tunnel was featureless aside from a single metal pipe running on the left side of its length. It shot ahead, vanishing into the oppressive shadow. Yeah. Nope. “This is a terrible idea,” I grumbled. Belle flicked her flashlight on and shone it back at me. I squinted. “Yo, what the hell?” “Are you g...
Weekly Contest #370
“Three… Two… One…” It was those three seconds, the last three before the jump that always hit the hardest. My muscles tensed, my jaw tightened until it felt like it would crack, and my heart beat erratically. I resisted the urge to reach up and wipe the sweat from my forehead. It would’ve been a pointless endeavor, the visor from my helmet would’ve stopped me. I held onto the straps binding me to my chair, the pod around me was flaring to life with lights and a high-pitched whirring sound. I gulped in another breath; this next part always su...
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