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Weekly Contest #374
Dark begat dark, swirling blackness, broken only by the swirling discs dancing in his eyes; the same ones you get if you close your eyes and press hard on your eyelids. Why did we do that as kids? What were we trying to prove? We’re lucky we could still see after trying to push our eyeballs into our skulls. He remembered this exact image from childhood, still feeling the strange temptation to press his eyes harder and harder, just to see what patterns would appear in this vision-dark world. But now, he swirled, dark upon dark. Not colors. Co...
Weekly Contest #372
Delia Creech checked the thread at 4:58 in the morning, eyes crusty with the sleep of Appalachia, the white slab screen floating in the dark of the bedroom. Nothing new since 11:40 last night. Robin Cornett's photograph of nine loaves of blue-ribbon Harlan County Fair banana bread and the single word, EXTRA, sat atop the thread. Delia set the phone face down on the nightstand. She lay there. She checked the phone again. And again. Twice more before she rolled out of bed. Five years Roy was dead. Five years she still slept on her side of th...
Weekly Contest #178
Dawn, the 19th of Macha, fourth cycle of Tellus The dawnfrost danced with the light of a thousand emeralds. Ovens blazed anew, filling the morning air with millberry and spiced mead scents. The northern town of Snowmarble came to life that morning, ready to celebrate the passing of another solar cycle, and Lily Westhaven was already on her way downstairs. She took the stairs three at a time, a song in her heart, nightgown billowing in the breeze of her own creation. "Max! Max! Come quick, come quick! The scones will be ready soon!" Lily lo...
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