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Submitted to Contest #329
It happened on that abandoned street with a cracked pavement. Many, many years ago, the street was used as a shortcut to get to the nearest town. But ever since what happened, everyone prefers the long road. Very few have dared to even step into the street, and when they do, they come out the other side with skins as pale as paper and their eyes wide, frozen in terror. Some get through it, others... well, they have succumbed to madness. Many outsiders say it’s just a myth, but often, they are proven wrong. It is said that it happened on a cl...
Submitted to Contest #328
Bran lived in fear of the future. Since his birth, he's been plagued by the words of an old prophet who declared his death before the tender age of eighteen. Supposedly, his life was to be given as a tribute to the forest's evil spirits to strike a deal with them: to leave them in peace until the next worthy sacrifice was born. A long and ancient tradition that dates back generations, possibly hundreds of years. He wasn't keen on dying for the sake of keeping away something he's never seen before. As the next sacrifice, he was constantly un...
Submitted to Contest #292
Every aspect of life is being stripped of color. At least that's how I see it. It's everywhere I walk to. It's everywhere I go. It's in the books, in the clothing, in the people, in the buildings, it's everywhere. I walk past the people down the street, and all I see is beige and grey; I don't see colorful clothing standing out. There are no bright colors because, apparently, they're out of fashion. Because some sad influencer decided that neutral colors were more pleasant to the eye. Because some greedy companies latch onto what peopl...
Submitted to Contest #291
You know when you're stuck in a cycle that never seems to end? Yeah... after a while, it feels sort of intoxicating. You get used to living in a routine where you get your hopes up, plan up for the future, start daydreaming, get a burst of energy in the mornings, do your make-up, do research for your plans, apply for that new job, only to be told no and then you're back at square one. Back to your cozy little world. Sometimes, you might even dare to dream. Build up that start-up, become a writer, do the things y...
Nope. Absolutely not. No way. No, gracias. It was all John could think about. One moment he was happily single and with no responsibilities, and then he met her. This had to be some weird reality. It started when he was at the bar one day. He didn't enjoy bars, but some days he decided to go with a couple of coworkers after work to wind off. He was off work, and he decided to get a nice cold beer. The construction business was rewarding but very tiring. Then,...
Submitted to Contest #254
Finding a husband was such a dull task. Elizabeth was bored of the ton and their boring social life. Dance, eat, mingle, repeat. Her only job was finding a husband. Compared to women of lower classes, she was privileged to never lift a finger for physical work. Her hands were not calloused, and her skin was soft. But she did not feel free. She did not have a voice. She depended on the men in her life to make the life-changing decisions for her. Hence, why the task of finding a husband was dull, she was shown prospects...
It was a quiet place, I had to admit. Just a bench in the nearby park, in a corner where no one would go to and wouldn't bother us. The only sounds I could hear were the singing of the birds and the ruffling of leaves. The little girl beside me balanced her feet over the ground, her toes barely touching it. “You have to return home, you know.” She spoke. “I know, but it's peaceful here.” “It's too quiet.” She argued. “Didn't you like the quiet?” I asked her. “Yes, but not too quiet....
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