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Weekly Contest #337
I wait in the dark, where time has learned to move quietly. My heart beats slowly. Nothing arrives to mark the passing, and nothing leaves to confirm it has gone.At first, I counted it. The hours announced themselves in small, obedient ways — the cooling of stone beneath my palms, the deepening chill in the air, the slow settling of dust on my sleeves. I measured patience the way one measures breath: shallow at first, then steadier, until it no longer required effort.When the counting grew tiresome, I let it fall away. Time did not object. I...
Weekly Contest #336
The windows were slashed by the rain, and the boy felt cold despite being indoors. Perhaps it was the wind from the nearby forest. The trees swayed violently, branches thrashing, and the chill seemed to spread from them, seeping through the thin walls of his unheated apartment.The thunderstorm roared—terrifying, perhaps—but to the little boy it was only a distant sound, drowned out by the steady growl of his empty belly.He looked at the bowl of water and the large pot in front of him and sighed. His eyes welled up just a little, but he remem...
Weekly Contest #332
It had been three weeks since I arrived at Raenulie Magic Academy, and I still hadn’t made a single friend. Maybe it was because I was a hopeless book nerd who spent every spare second in my dorm practicing spells instead of actually talking to people. Or maybe it was because the cool, rich, and socially bulletproof students perched at the top of the academy’s food chain never spared me an eye. Or an ear, for that matter, since they usually yawned halfway through my class presentations. So, naturally, I went where all mature, intelligent, an...
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