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Submitted to Contest #320
The scorched earth crunched beneath Claire Hawthorne’s boots, each step a harsh reminder of what the fire had taken. Weeks had passed since the inferno swept through the village forest, yet the charred trunks still smoked faintly, curling like blackened fingers towards the sky. The scent of ash clung to her clothes, bitter and suffocating, but Claire didn’t care. Most villagers had already given up. They whispered behind her back, calling her search a lost cause. “She’s clinging to ghosts,” they said, shaking their heads. “Beckett’s gone. Le...
Submitted to Contest #319
The first time the world saw Igor Melchoir, it was through a shaky and trembling cell phone lens. A pale silhouette hunched in an alley, feeding like a mosquito, its shadow stretched thin against a wall of graffiti. The footage spread before dawn, carried on the fevered wings of social media. Some laughed, cheap prosthetics, bad lighting, just another internet ghoul. Others swore the man’s body, limp and lifeless, was no social media stunt, and somewhere between ridicule and dread, Igor found his opening. For centuries, he had crouched in th...
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