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Weekly Contest #99
At first, it was only an ominous idea of a glow in the distance, a faint feeling of discomfort which started as a tight knot in the very bottom left corner of his stomach. It was the presage of greater evil, the beginning of what was to come. As the silky darkness began to recede, Dan closed his eyes for a moment and shuddered with fearful anticipation. The process started slowly, almost untraceable at first, like a drop of poison spreading through a sluggishly pulsing blood stream, until the harsh reality could no longer be ignored. Tin...
Weekly Contest #98
It was a sun-bleeding Monday when I died. And as Mondays can be expected to be, it was as ultimately gruesome and tedious as every start of a new week. But on this day, there was one teeny-weeny occurrence that stuck out of the ordinary sleep-deprived, caffeine-infused zombie trot. Oh, had only one of my few awake brain cells paid more attention to what happened, to the premonition I was told, I might still be alive, might have even gotten a whiff of Tuesday, of better times. But well, as life goes, nothing good can every come out of a Monda...
Her fingers sank into the damp dirt as she held up the earth over her head, her arms quivering, sweat tracing a path up her face, her legs flailing uselessly towards the endless stretches of indigo sky below her. Finally, Lia couldn’t hold on anymore and allowed her muscles to release, feeling the wind ruffle her hair and the short rush of adrenaline pump through her veins as she let herself fall backwards.She landed in the soft lawn and lay there with her eyes closed, blades of grass tickling her bare arms and calves as the warm sunlight ca...
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