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Weekly Contest #275
My. My hands. Shaking. My hands are shaking. I heard the strange thin sound of the waterfall before I could see or feel anything. Then I heard sounds. All wavy and so liquid I could almost feel them running through my fingers and splashing back into the sea of all sounds to have ever existed. In fact, I was liquid. I was running through my own fingers, getting away. Getting away and dissolving into thin air. Thin air or what would. Be the nothingness of liquids.Whatever it was, it was weird. I’m not trying to put any...
I woke up in agony. Cold sweat running from my forehead and my head spinning around in circles, brain doing little dances. Oh I wish I was dancing right now.I looked up and waited for the blurriness to go away. Funny uneven shapes crawling on the wall and I assumed there was fire nearby. Yes, I could feel its heat. I groaned as I turned on my right shoulder to see where the heat was coming from and saw a back I did not recognize. I wish my brain danced in the direction of memories of where the hell I was and how I got there.Click. ...
Weekly Contest #248
I felt the sun faintly frying my skin, a fairly enjoyable sensation if I don’t stay in one place for too long. So I stayed for a second, and then moved. I looked at their messy light hair and noticed another strand that was out of place. That made me laugh.Their black eyes pierced through me, gave me an eyeroll and smirked. It wasn’t the kind of cold gaze that gave you shivers, rather the one that saw your brain, read your eyes and knew what you think. But they couldn’t do it always. They thought they did, but sometimes they just got it wron...
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