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Weekly Contest #340
The character believed the future was something separate from them. Something hidden.Something distant.Something waiting to be discovered. They imagined it like a locked room in a house they hadn’t reached yet — a door they would one day open and suddenly understand everything. Who they were. Why they were here. What their life meant. Where they were going. So they searched for it. Not forward — but backward. They searched through memories, old choices, old dreams, old prayers, old versions of themselves. They treated the past like evidence,...
Weekly Contest #339
She used to run on survival and caffeine. Not the soft kind.Not the warm kind.Not the kind you sip.Not the kind you smell. The fast kind.The loud kind.The artificial kind.The kind that burns your throat and rattles your chest.The kind that keeps your eyes open and your soul tired. Energy drinks.One after another.Sometimes three.Sometimes four.Sometimes more than she could count. She didn’t live — she functioned. Her life moved in motion.Always rushing.Always late.Always behind.Always overwhelmed.Always pushing.Always grinding.Always survivin...
CW: Contains themes of body image issues and disordered eating patterns. I have watched her longer than anyone else has. Before she learned how to pose.Before she learned how to perform.Before she learned how to disappear inside herself. I knew her when she still stood too close to me, nose almost touching the glass, eyes wide, curious, unafraid of her own reflection. She was small then. Soft-faced. Loose-limbed. Hunger meant snacks and sweets and sticky fingers and crumbs in the corners of her mouth. Her body was light. Her spirit was loud....
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