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Weekly Contest #346
“What are you?” she asked the creature. Its arms hung long by its sides almost to the ground, sharp nails dug into its naked legs leaving furrows of black blood. It was mostly nude with a few scraps that may have once been a dress. It was mostly bald with a few wisps of scraggly hair caked in mud that a face that was too sharp to be human. It growled, a long low sound that prompted her to take a step back. Its skin was grey and mottled with wrinkled skin. It looked like a child had tried to draw a nightmare and ended up with this creation. U...
Weekly Contest #345
Her hands shook, one hand on the gear shift, the other on the wheel. Shaking so much they started to go numb. The sky was dark, fat bloated clouds covered everything. Her hands were shaking, it was too cold, or was this shock? The cold and the endless darkness of the ocean were overwhelming, she was a speck flying above an abyss. They were alone, and she was scared. The dash showed the fuel line, it had been slowly decreasing, and they were running out of time. The little mark notched lower, her heartbeat thrummed louder in her ears, masking...
Weekly Contest #342
Leo stared at the drink in his hand, swishing the amber liquid around the glass. “Do you need another.” The bartender asked, wiping down a glass cup. Leo looked up to answer but froze. “I’m not sure.” He stammered out. The bartender nodded and placed the empty glass in front of him. “So, want to tell me your story?” they asked. Leo tapped his finger on the empty glass. “I don’t have much of a story.” He replied. The bartender shrugged and turned around to grab a bottle. “Whisky, just like your wife gave you for your anniversary.” He poured t...
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