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Weekly Contest #87
TW: suicide and graphic horror As I dressed myself casually for school, my excitement was consuming; I could not settle the anticipation building in my veins. It was April first, and the prank that I had been planning all year would be epic, so deceptive that everyone would believe it. Then I would laugh at them and reveal the truth: it was just a prank! It was a solid plan. I threw open the curtains and looked around my room for the fake knife I had bought, but it was out of sight. The fake knife looked so real that it even shined the...
Weekly Contest #86
The dawn of spring was like coming up for a breath of fresh air after nearly drowning in a sea of darkness. Winter was cruel, killing all things beautiful and lively. So when the time came, Persephone ran through the frosted meadows, and in her path bloomed a trail of flowers of all colors. Wherever she went, life flourished. She was bright and beautiful and loved the springtide. One brisk afternoon, when the sun was shining high in the sky and the grass swayed softly with the winds sent by Aeolus, Persephone ran through the meadows. Her go...
Weekly Contest #85
Crimson blood dripped down into the ancient apartment stairwell. I cursed and put my finger in my mouth, sucking on the fresh cut. I had cut it on a piece of upturned metal on the railing. The whole damn apartment was falling apart; last week my shower head had fallen off. I shook my head and continued descending on the staircase, the metal groaning with each step. "Morning princess," a voice said from behind me. I whipped around to face Kane, my neighbor. I scowled and removed my finger from my mouth, wiping it on my sweater casually. "Mo...
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