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Weekly Contest #378
I can't seem to stop asking myself why the fuck I agreed to this. Sitting propped against someone's mausoleum feels a little bit disrespectful for some reason, but I'd much rather have something tall and sturdy at my back than sit in the center of the cemetery, wide open where anyone can see me. I put my phone down for a second, curling my half-gloved fingers into a fist and blowing hot air into it before rubbing my hands together, anything for a little warmth and comfort during this stupid dare. It'd seemed like a good idea at the time, ...
Weekly Contest #377
What a goddamned task this is. I don't know how anybody from back then put up with so many layers without getting overstimulated. Attending modern-day masquerades, while completely worth the struggle of corset hooks, curls, and enough bobby pins to lockpick a bank vault, is a journey both in preparation and in decompression. My first order of business after kicking off my heels was to release my ribcage from its prison, a love-hate relationship brewing with this particular corset as I inhale my first healthy lungful of air in six hours, whi...
Weekly Contest #376
The shadows, once strange in my youth, were nothing but a backdrop to the capacious living hall - long, sweeping things painting the paneled floors, leaving the soft layer of dust atop them undisturbed. Flashes of lightning, at the very least, were somewhat unpredictable - almost a kindness in their intermittence, a disruption of the mundane. My gaze lifted towards the darkened night sky, the steadfast, ever-present stars obscured by the ominous, rolling clouds illuminated by the flickering of the storm. These, at least, were also differen...
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