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Weekly Contest #353
My body winds itself through acres of barren, arid forest, under roadway bridges, and along banks of soil ravaged by contamination. I have existed here for millions of years, shaping the land with which I wind and providing balance to an ecosystem that has shifted considerably over my lifetime. As my murky waters cascade over muted rocks, I let out a harrowing cry; a cry that longs for my lost purity; a purity that has been extinguished by centuries of struggle with an ever-expanding cancer of progress and development. In the center of the d...
Weekly Contest #349
CW: Infertility, medical trauma, grief, emotional abuse Today is April 31st. Outside, the Sun refracts through a driving rain that pounds at the window as if trying to break into the old, musty house. He sits at his desk, his notebook opened up to a blank page that trails sheets full of barely legible short stories he has been compiling since grade school; tales of strife, pain, suffering, and the murkiness that life so often brings forth. While penmanship was never his strong suit, he can’t dismiss the thought that hand writing his stories ...
Weekly Contest #348
Thump, thump. Thump, thump. My heart starts to race as I glance at the clock on the wall. It ticks by with each second sounding like a rapidly intensifying heartbeat. Tick, tick, tick. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. The seconds are all equal, but the growing anticipation as each second passes makes me increasingly nauseous. My heart is struggling to keep up with the anxiety; its ever-increasing beating feels like it is about to leap out of my chest. A pit is forming in my gut; a black hole whose only existence is to suck my heart, my lungs, my ...
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