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Noctyss Noir

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7:25

Weekly Contest #336

7:25 a.m.The kitchen clock stopped, and time began to take on a new dimension—an unspoken truth, like a breath held for too long. Time did not stop, it did not shatter, but it began to withdraw, step by step, second by second, like something that knew it was no longer wanted.“It’s early,” Ana said, without looking at the clock even for a second. Her voice sounded dimmed, and her words no longer seemed to need meaning—only continuity, the simple act of being spoken.“It’s not,” Mihai said. “We’re actually late.”The coffee cup in Ana’s hand hit...

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Faust

***"We often look under the bed to chase away monsters, but only when we become adults do we realize that we are the ones! We try as much as we can not to chase them away but to keep them..."***   Loneliness strikes the last drop of light hanging from his desk lamp. The light doesn't seem the same anymore, and he, the lonely one, tries to immerse himself, to warm his soul in the lamp's final glimmer. And he falls silent... and silence is not his friend when he tries to find himself. He had told himself so many times ...

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The Forgotten Hour

Weekly Contest #275

***Time doesn’t pass only in hours and days but also in shadows—shadows of those we don’t let go and of those who remain to remind us of what we have forgotten to be. ***    The silence of the night began to settle like a thick fog over the old house, and each object seemed to come to life under the faint glow of the moon. The house rose like a relic of a bygone era, with cold, cracked walls, like dry veins preserving the echo of those who had once lived. The windows, cover...

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Sacrifices Unspoken

Weekly Contest #270

Ingredients:A girl:She can be anyone, but the recipe works best if her hair is thick and strong yet soft as it falls over her shoulders. Her hair speaks of patience and hope, dreams that float but haven’t yet landed in reality. Her eyes must be a warm hazel, like an autumn afternoon, full of unspoken dreams, a combination of gentleness and unrealized desires. They carry the impression of a future she longs for, always near but never fully realized. Her skin, soft and untouched by the passage of time, holds the fragility of youth. Each touch ...

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The Keeper of Silence

Weekly Contest #269

***I do not choose to take lives, but I carry their silence within me!***   I have become the blade that knows no mercy… instead, I know the dance of blood and the whispers of death, which fade into a deafening silence—a warm noise as blood flows into a chasm of time. The Knife of Silence… that is what he called me, the one who listens to me every night, who cleanses me of the thoughts of the world and plunges me deeper into the despair of the macabre.   I was born in flames and struck by the hammer, my steel ca...

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The Silicon Throne: A Modern Retelling of Hamlet

Weekly Contest #257

Act I: The Appearance The sun plays among the glass and steel skyscrapers, rising like the giants we remember from the stories our parents read to us before bed. Each cloud seemed like cotton candy in the eyes of the children running in the park, cheerful. I haven't felt happiness for some time now. The long shadows of the buildings stretch like giant fingers over the urban landscape that seems so silent and yet chaotic. A cacophony filled with silence that does not bode well. Elsinore Enterprises, once a fortress of innovation and promises,...

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Narcisse

Weekly Contest #255

"I adore you, under these myrtles, oh uncertain Flesh sadly bloomed for solitudeWhich mirrors itself in the mirror of the sleeping woods.I can't free myself from your sweet presence,The lying hour is soft on the limbs on the mossAnd a dark delight swells the deep wind."  Paul Valéry's "Le Cantique de Narcisse" *** The kisses of the mind began to fade, and you started dreaming of your forest, dreaming of your freedom! And you began to run towards a mirage, an illusion of lost time! You began to become grand, hoping that your greatness wo...

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Shadows of What We Were

Weekly Contest #255

***I painted you as a monster through thousands of words, only to later idolize you as a god. Gradually, you became a man, and now you are just a stranger.***    Dear you...    The one who often told me how important I am and how lucky he is that I exist and that I am his. His... such beautiful words that slowly turned into tears. I was no longer his, and everything fell apart, taking us back to what we were at the beginning. Simple people with open wounds that turned into scars over time, like blades of grass s...

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The Photograph of Eternity: A Tale of Love and War

Weekly Contest #244

 "Vinogradar16 Km from OdessaSeptember 3, 1941 My dear Ana,   In the depth of the night, when silence falls heavily over the battlefields, I find my escape in writing to you, as if my words could fly towards you, surpassing the inferno of this war. The sky here is dark, not with night, but with gunpowder and smoke, a veil hiding the stars under which we swore eternal love. At home, I hope the sea is as crystal clear as the color of your eyes...    And yet, in this endless fight, the thought of you is the sp...

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A Pandemic Memoir

Weekly Contest #243

Day 600 "People have forgotten how to be human... They are losing themselves one by one and are bored by the abundance of life passing through their hands. Steps feel lost on the stairs of buildings that rise higher each day as if they aspire to rebuild the Tower of Babel. Researchers nowadays see themselves as minor gods and race towards vanity, losing sight of the fact that every particle within them defies immortality, being mere mortals after all. Our perfect ambitions have made us forget to look back at the earth that holds our roots. W...

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The Fool and The Trickster

Weekly Contest #239

*** "You will never be a god." ***    When you run through the city streets, at its heart, you find memories set in stone, like pages from an ancient story — a place where time flows slowly, and history no longer endlessly repeats itself. Here, where every ending is just a new beginning, nestled within the trunk of a history-ridden tree, an old man sells thousands of souls, abandoned by the bygone eras. An orphanage for mirror remnants... His hands, with veins pulsating like ink paths on an unwritten paper, caress the deepes...

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Endymion - a goodbye letter

Weekly Contest #237

***Grant me the kiss of death and wait a moment longer, so that you may then see me eternally sleeping on the bed of stars you have prepared for me.***   I have seen you so many times, in good moments and in the darkest times of your life. I have heard your cries millions of times and then witnessed your smile, which seemed like a summer rain soothing my soul. I read your stars and gathered them as if they were all for you...but you no longer wanted them and threw them into my sky darkened by so much disappointment, sadness, a...

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Elegy for the Lost Soldier

Weekly Contest #232

*** Tell me... what can be more beautiful than watching the flight of a bird on a late spring day, or even better, how it feels to experience the first snow as it settles on your pale skin.  But the feeling of happiness disappears when you see the snowflakes melting, and you are left only with a sensation of coldness... Time seems to stop, and the coldness becomes so deep that you feel it penetrating your soul and turning into ice. But now it's not just cold anymore, it gradually becomes a burning sensation. And this feeling becomes st...

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Fading Echoes of Us

Weekly Contest #231

*** "..I want you to be eternal... not like the sun or the moon, but like the chaos that was born with us and will never end... but if you become chaos, then who will I be?.." *** Every day you fight demons, and even if you don't want to acknowledge it, you lose... You cannot win... but you don't give up. You, who have lost count of time in the calendar of ages, often interweaving pages from your youth with those of the present. And you can do nothing else but cry silently, in your moments of solitude. Cut a carrot, and forget your glorious ...

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Silent Symphony of Sorrow

Weekly Contest #228

***    The house remained desolate since he left, so suddenly... The sky seemed grayer, and the wounds, though trying to heal, no longer had enough strength... The wounds deepened with each passing minute, each second... and she was alone... The bed, in which she sank deeper and deeper, appeared like a coffin where each memory seemed buried in the folds of the sheet... Every tear was instantly absorbed by the pillows that lay disordered, thrown around... as if no one had cared for them... just as he had not cared for her. Now...

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