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Weekly Contest #377
CW: Murder, death, suicide The door clicked open, revealing a sliver of darkness from where I knew they were watching. The digital clock clicked over to 1:28 am. I switched off the bedside light, plunging the room into a grey, moonlit twilight. Leaning against the headboard, I tried not to think about what Mr Hall had said about those other people. I guess I was made of stronger stuff. My dry mouth begged to differ. As on the previous two nights, it began with the floorboards out in the hallway. Graveyard quiet during the day, they came ali...
Weekly Contest #368
I checked the calendar hanging on the wall next to the fridge. November was done, so I tore the page off and binned it. Three cute black kittens stared accusingly back at me from December. They were sitting in the snow wearing stupid Christmas hats and scarves and clearly not enjoying it. Probably photo-shopped, I thought. Or the handiwork of an evil taxidermist. It was December first today. Two days until my nineteenth birthday and twenty-four days until the big one. But more importantly, just three days until one eye – my name for that sir...
Weekly Contest #344
Folding like carpet-bag origami, Melwah, the ever-thirsty, set her callused knees onto the roasting sand, impatient for the meatbag on her back to be gone so she could get to the water hole shimmering invitingly among the palms of the oasis. Her humps were giving her some serious gyp, and she needed water, food and some rest to bring them back to full plumpness. Rolling something green and unpleasant around inside her mouth, she regarded the heavily bearded figure in the saddle like a dog might regard a biting flea. If he didn’t get off and ...
Weekly Contest #329
I checked the calendar hanging on the wall next to the fridge. Of course, November was done, so I tore the page off. Three cute black kittens stared accusingly back at me from December. They were sitting in the snow next to a Christmas tree, wearing stupid Christmas hats and scarves and clearly not enjoying it. Probably photo-shopped, I thought. Or the handiwork of an evil taxidermist. It was the first today. Twenty-four days until the big one, but more importantly, just three days until one eye - my name for that siren of the heavens that c...
Weekly Contest #328
In a gloomy bedroom, somewhere off to the left of this dimension we laughingly call “reality”, an hourglass alarm clock is banging out a 100 decibel rendition of Knocking on Heaven's Door. The figure squirming within the confines of the emperor-sized bed thinks this is ironic, as many of his clients certainly won’t be. A muffled, ‘Mmmmffbuggeroff,’ comes from beneath the crumpled landscape of duvets and scattered pillows. A bony hand slowly emerges, crashing down on the hourglass, and sending a small sandstorm spiralling across the room; Luc...
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