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Submitted to Contest #316
I was only a boy when this place was built. They called it the Health House. It foretold of great gladness and life’s fullness with an end to the woes of those most ill and feeble among us. Never again would a man die of common sickness or small wounds. Such a thing could only be a gift from the heavens. That could not have been farther from the truth. It is a twisted and most foul thing, more akin to hell. Its halls are reeked with the rotten stench of sickness, and every room is filled with the wails of the dying. Instead of mirth, the th...
Submitted to Contest #219
It was near curfew as Ethan stepped out of the cab, a rush of cool night air greeted him, carrying with it the distant echoes of the city's dwindling nightlife. He paid the driver and watched as the cab's taillights disappeared around a corner, leaving him standing alone on the quiet street. Before him, the city unfurled in all its glory. The towering walls that encircled it, now little more than a dark shape against the moonlit sky, stood as a testament to the unshakable will of humankind. One by one, the city lights dimmed, leaving on...
Submitted to Contest #218
On a moonlit night, four boys gathered by river’s edge. Unknown to them, an endless quiet was close at hand. And though their feet did fall, not a single sound was made. Neither roaring beast nor chirping insect could be heard. In these dark woods, there is naught but silence all around. For, its sounds were swallowed by the man all upside-down. Billy, the eldest boy, was the stone-skipping champion. He could always pick the most perfect stones for skipping. Once, he had even skipped a stone thirty-seven times. By the rules th...
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