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Weekly Contest #362
TW: mentions of suicide, substance use, mental health. Sarah didn’t know when she became one with her bed; her flesh melted into the sheets, settling into the cotton like an unfortunate grease stain. The shut blinds didn’t give her any indication of what time it was, but she could somewhat tell by how noisy the streets were. The current calm, as well as the cool breeze coming through from the crack in her window, told her it was somewhere between 3 AM and 5 AM. She could check her phone, of course, but it had been dead for a while now, and t...
Weekly Contest #351
I vaguely remember the beginning. Not the very beginning. I have been around for a long time, dormant. I was part of something so much bigger. I stretched for miles and miles, thick and damp and red, shielded from the sun by my dryer and pebble-full brothers. I lived this way for the longest time, likely most of the time that had ever passed, or rather since the Earth started to be warm and wet and livable. Before the beginning, I felt everything. I felt the roots of the trees dig deeper and deeper into me and my layered siblings, absorbing ...
Weekly Contest #343
It’s here. Sorry I couldn’t warn you sooner, I just found out. The ominous text lit up the dark apartment like a sliver of moonlight, pearly yet dreary. This particular apartment, however, barely saw any moonlight and even less sunlight, as its curtains always remained shut, protesting the existence of a world outside of them.The girl scrambled to her feet, thanking the universe that, for once, her phone was on. The battery icon at the top of her screen protested that sentiment vehemently, flashing red and threatening to shut down her phone ...
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