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Weekly Contest #328
Sophia sank to her knees in the sand where the lake used to be.The breeze, once refreshing, now only stirred a faint scent of decay, whistling through dry, brittle reeds that had replaced the shallows. No gulls cried overhead, the soft hiss of water folding against the shore only lived on in her memory. Her hands pressed into the dry earth, the remnants of a shoreline that had once glittered blue. It wasn’t sand anymore, not really—just powder and memory, fine as sifted ash.Her fingers bumped against something cold and mostly buried. Working...
Weekly Contest #327
A loud, guttural roar rose from the hollow depths, rousing me from the deathlike trance I’d been experiencing upon the top shelf of the Esoteric Archive.If the minions have summoned another demon in the cellar, I shall demand harsher punishment this time. They fooled the Mistress once by blaming their “remote control car,” but they did not deceive me.The sound came again—louder this time. I felt it ripple through my bones, right down to the tip of my tail…Oh—wait.That’s my stomach.It must be dinner time.Please forgive my manners. I am Sir He...
Thoroughly and utterly lost, she slowly moved through the dark, dense forest. Leaves crackled beneath her feet as she picked her way through, one slow step after another. She’d tripped herself up twice already on fallen branches. A third may end her hopes of finding civilization again. The night was deathly quiet, which made her trek even more noticeable. With each step, every crunch of the leaves seemed as loud as gunshots. She had no idea where her companions were. They were hiking on established paths, talking, laughing, and enjoying natu...
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