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Weekly Contest #313
The lights overhead flickered. They had been doing that often as of late, and beneath the occasional sputter of illumination rested in general tidiness a studio apartment that was not too small for its sole resident. On the contrary, the enclosed space had been feeling far too big for the past couple of months, and it had only been growing bigger and bigger for the hapless soul trapped inside. His name is Maxwell Silverstein, a man who values an organized life and the importance of fantasy in human existence. He is beginning to fe...
Weekly Contest #310
Edgar Phillips had always considered his writing a form of necessary bleeding. Each story, each poem, a carefully lanced wound, letting out the dark, viscous things that simmered beneath his skin. But then there was The Gloom. It hadn't been written so much as regurgitated. A feverish, three-day blur of caffeine, nicotine, and a sense of profound, inescapable dread. He remembered little of the process, only the feeling of his fingers flying over the keys, the words spooling out like black thread from some unseen loom. When he finally emerged...
Weekly Contest #309
Today is the day, and now is finally the time.Bryan “Bry” Glenn was driving his white 2019 Jeep Wrangler toward the intersection. The traffic light had been sitting on green for some time now as he accelerated. On the radio, he was listening to “Death Bed (Coffee For Your Head)” by Powfu; it always felt like such a powerful song to him, evoking strong feelings of nostalgia and a sense of hopeless longing – he couldn’t quite explain why, but it seemed like the perfect song for this moment.Bry’s countenance was one of contempt and dismay. His ...
Weekly Contest #296
In the space where the ordinary meets the extraordinary, Herman Bandey's afternoon routine is but a veil, soon to be lifted by the uninvited. Here, in this humble house at the edge of the woods, the threads of philosophy intertwine with the supernatural, edifying the idea that the truths we seek may lead us down a path where shadows dance and reason fades.Herman’s key rattled in the lock, a familiar sound that usually brought a sigh of contentment. It felt strangely hollow this late afternoon, as if the house itself was holding its breath. H...
Weekly Contest #277
“Time to go.” Those were the reported last words of Mr. Ġefǣr. Adrian Rivera sat at his desk on the 50th floor of the One World Trade Center, fingers resting momentarily over the keyboard as he gazed out at the skyline. The vast panorama of New York City spread before him, yet his thoughts drifted back to a time he could barely remember and to a childhood friend he could never forget. Today was, after all, the anniversary. The day that changed the world and his own life forever. On the fateful day of September 11, 2001, Adrian had been...
Weekly Contest #262
Today marks another trip around the sun for me – it’s my birthday! I’m being treated to a whole day out by my two daughters, Marie and Leigh. With me being a night owl – and of course, my two girls got that from me, too – we decided it would be more exciting if we slept in a little and went out for celebrations at night. Our first stop, Starbucks. I had an iced vanilla latte which I indulgently guzzled down, but that’s okay; it was delicious, and it’s OK to splurge a little on the night of your birthday. &n...
Shortlisted for Contest #260 ⭐️
“I bet you half a bag of candy I can do it again this year,” Levi boasted. Levi is my best friend; we’ve been best friends since our first year in elementary school, and we’re in sixth grade now. Since the third grade, it’s been our tradition to go out together for trick-or-treating on Halloween. No parents, no other friends, just the two of us, and Levi always finds a way to surprise me each year. &nb...
Weekly Contest #259
Along the coast in the dreaming town of Rosley Harbor, where the salty tang of the ocean permeated the air, a legacy of whispers hung heavy. The Marsh family, an old and esteemed clan, cast a long shadow over the community, their presence a chilling reminder of a forbidden truth. My name is unimportant as you, my engaged readers, are not here for that. You are reading this article because I have become the first journalist in known history to be granted an interview – schedule...
Weekly Contest #256
Splash! Splash! Splash! I jumped in place at the sudden noise. I turned and looked across the parking lot and saw a group of teenagers huddled together, jumping in unison in a puddle from the rain earlier today as they chanted a fight song for their team. I didn’t realize I was staring at them until one of them saw me, broke from their circle raised their arms in challenge, and shouted, “What?” across the lot, his friends laughing and smirking at me. I blinked at them, realized how tense I had become, and turned away – I could hear them laug...
Weekly Contest #247
Diary Entry #1: Date: January 15th Today marks the beginning of my expedition into the mysterious and supposedly untouched location, deep in South America, which I have longed to explore for years. As I trek through the dense jungle, I can't help but notice a staggering sense of both excitement and apprehension coursing through my body, like some sensation of skittering insects of mixed excitement. The thick vegetation obscures my view, making it difficult to see more than a few feet a...
Weekly Contest #246
I moved the knife quickly, slicing with apt purpose. The bell of the cat’s collar fell to the floor. Jingle jingle. This was the third time I’ve done this since we first got this cat; I just can’t stand the jingling of the collar, and I wanted it to look like the cat had somehow clawed it off, or had rubbed it against something outside causing it to scrape off. Hopefully, my family will stop insisting that the cat have a bell on her collar af...
Weekly Contest #244
My mom passed away last month. We all suspected it was because of a heart attack, though none of us could say for certain that that was how she died; she simply passed away, as if all of her at once had just shut down. It was like her soul had decided to just move on, and that was that. My dad hadn’t been in the picture since I was little, so my mom’s property had been left to me in her will. I started clearing out the place, finding things I...
Weekly Contest #243
An alarm was going off. I awoke with a start as I sat up in my bed. The alarm was coming from a small box on the stool beside me. I reached over and turned it off and took a look at my surroundings. I was in a small room that was chromatic in appearance and seemed spotlessly clean. There were no windows and no door to be seen. Aside from the stool next to my bed which held the alarm clock, the only other things in this room were a mirror, and a calendar hung on the wall. I stood up out of bed and stretched...
Weekly Contest #241
In a small studio apartment on the fourth floor, a cynical young man scratches indifferently at an early birthday present. The man’s name is Aaron Newman, a man whom life treats without deference, honor, or success; waiters bring him cold burgers, and gas station clerks shut doors in his face. On this day before his birthday, he is given a lottery scratch-off that will change not only the way he views the world but everyone in it. Aaron scrat...
Weekly Contest #240
I write this now from a hospital bed not far from my hometown. Though I am labeled delirious and force-fed medications whose names I cannot pronounce, do not believe that this testament is anything other than truth.It was two days ago, several miles away from the outer shelf reefs from the coast, when I was aboard a sailboat that drifted seemingly aimlessly over the waves. As the setting sun reflected its vibrant hue on the lapping crests, I, the schooner’s sole passenger leaned against a railing as I star...
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