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Submitted to Contest #238
The breeze carried the whispers of the pines, weaving through the tranquil atmosphere of the silent retreat. It was a place where words were imprisoned in the depths of consciousness, where thoughts wandered freely, unspoken, and emotions danced in silent symphonies.In the heart of the retreat stood a weathered cabin, its wooden frame weathering the passage of time like a silent sentinel. Inside, a solitary figure sat cross-legged on a faded rug, eyes closed in deep meditation. This was Anna, a seeker of solace, seeking refuge from the cacop...
Submitted to Contest #236
In the quiet, dimly lit corner of a rundown diner, Jake sat hunched over a cup of lukewarm coffee. The place smelled of stale cigarettes and decades-old stories, a haven for the remnants of a bygone era. Jake, however, paid little attention to the nostalgia that clung to the peeling wallpaper and faded vinyl booths. His eyes, sunken and tired, scanned the menu as if searching for answers in the greasy stains of breakfast specials. The jukebox in the corner played a tune from an era long past, but Jake's ears were deaf to the melodies of yest...
Submitted to Contest #232
The darkness was absolute, a thick, impenetrable shroud that wrapped around me like a second skin. It was as if the void itself had consumed every particle of light, leaving me with nothing but the sound of my own breath and the soft crackle of the flame in my hands. I clutched the torch tighter, feeling the warmth against the chill that seemed to seep from the shadows themselves. They called it the Eternal Flame, a beacon against the consuming abyss that stretched endlessly in all directions. My task, my burden, was to keep it burning, to s...
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