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Weekly Contest #128
Tim pressed the cold brim of the mug to his lips and breathed in the fresh scent of mint leaves. He felt the flicker of the warm smell light up the darkest parts of his body and ease the heaviness in his mind. As he drew the mug away from his mouth, he peered down inside at the tea bag as it swelled in the water. Under the quiver of the campfire it almost looked like a heart. The pulses of the leaves against the filter paper mimicked the plus of a steady heartbeat. The fire before him danced in ribbons of red across his face, the a...
Weekly Contest #108
Charlie took a draw from his cigarette as he watched the night start to creep in. The wind howled through the trees in high pitched wails and an icy breeze nipped at his skin. He breathed in deeply, tasting the comforting spice of the smoke. His cheeks appeared hollow as he sucked in the last remaining warmth of the day. Crickets chirped their songs in chorus and little pockets of light flickered from the windows of the houses in the distance. The small town appeared like a glowing orange oasis. Charlie's head bowed towards his sunken c...
Weekly Contest #103
Brooke didn’t know how long he had been standing in the doorway to his fathers home. Taking one step through the front door seemed to stop time completely. The branches of the trees outside brushed their skeleton fingers across the windows. Winter was here. All the plants had lost their colours and the clouds lulled across the sky in smokey violet greys. The old walls of the house once painted a pale green had chipped away and now exposed the raw wood beneath. Brooke looked before him at the darkness that loomed at the end of the hallway. Th...
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