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Weekly Contest #255
Jane had been trapped in a never-ending cycle of terror for what felt like an eternity. Every night, the same recurring nightmare haunted her, leaving her afraid and exhausted. The dream was always the same: a dark figure chasing her– relentlessly pursuing her, only adding a few extra moments to each dream going forward. Every night, Jane ran and ran; never being able to escape the dark figure that followed. That's when she saw it; a wall. It was high, so high you couldn't see the sky continue. "I need to get away!" Jane whispered with tears...
Weekly Contest #254
It was supposed to be a quiet Wednesday in the office, but somehow the regular rowdy bunch of gossips still managed to make a scene as usual. Melissa chuckled to herself as she whispered to her coworker, "I'm telling you, it's Vanessa. She's got the whole 'secret identity' thing down pat. And just look at her—she's always quiet, shy, and never gets into trouble. She is the Vixen, I swear on my life!" She was referring to the recent news sensation about The Masked Viperess Vixen, a mysterious villain who kills anyone just to satisfy her lust...
Weekly Contest #249
Chris had been driving for hours, with the GPS insisting he was close to his parents' house, but he was still ten hours away by paper map. "I knew I should have invested in that new Tesla. I wouldn't have to figure this out. My mom is going to be so worried about me. Dammit, where am I?" says Chris, with a hint of shame in his words. The wooded road seemed to stretch on forever, the trees blurring together like sentinels guarding some ancient secret. He had been looking forward to this trip for weeks, eager to escape the city and spend some ...
Weekly Contest #248
Alpha and Omega were two cities that stood opposite each other, mirroring each other's architecture and design. Yet, they couldn't be more different. Alpha, the city of the rich, was a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors, with towering skyscrapers and luxurious, well-kept mansions. Omega, the city of the poor, was a stark contrast, with black and white buildings that seemed to fade into the background. They had big mansions too, but the buildings were broken, slanted, and full of addicts who helped ruin the paint. In Alpha, everything was perfec...
John woke up to the sound of birds chirping and sunlight peeking through the windows of his beautiful home. He looked around, taking in the sleek, modern design and the lush greenery outside. But something felt off. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, which made him feel uneasy. As he got out of bed, he noticed a stranger sitting near the wall, wearing a warm smile. "Good morning, John!" the stranger said. "Welcome to Paradise!" John's confusion deepened. "Who are you? And where am I?" The stranger handed him a small package. "I am o...
Weekly Contest #247
Patrick, a seasoned military diver, had always been drawn to the unknown. Rumors within the ranks about "Dead End Point" had long fascinated him—a place so shrouded in classified information that even the most seasoned marine geologist dared not speak of it. Legends spoke of untold riches, uncharted species, and unspeakable dangers lurking within its depths. Defying orders and convention, but also the possibility of prison, Patrick assembled a team of trusted allies: Dr. Maria, a marine biologist; Jake, an expert navigator; and Rachel, a br...
Entry 1 - January 03, 2048Today I wokeup feeling restless... I keep thinking about what my wife said before she died. How she saw many visions of different lands beyond the wall almost every night in her dreams. How they say, no one has ever been on the other side, and they are keeping us from knowing the reality of what lies there. She became desperate to go on a trip after months of what started to seem like night terrors to me. Her waking up and freaking out, writing down everything she saw, telling me she needs to know before she dies, a...
Weekly Contest #246
The playground was deserted, a silent witness to the fading day. Curtis and Jane sat on a creaky swing set, their hands intertwined yet their hearts worlds apart. The conversation took an unexpected turn. Both spouses were hovering over the prospect of bringing a new life into a world that seemed to be crumbling. Jane was unable to look Curtis in the eyes; she was hurt and misunderstood. "I just don't know, Curtis." Jane's voice was low and meek, lost in the evening breeze. "The news, the chaos, so much death... it feels selfish to even con...
Weekly Contest #245
It was said that in the quaint village of Elipsia, there, nestled between thick forests and sleeping mountains, the night sky became a canvas of cosmic beauty. Stars twinkled like diamonds, and the moon glowed with a serene light. But every few decades, the villagers would whisper of an ancient legend, a time when the world around them would completely darken for only a moment, and the stars would hide. They called it The Darkest Eclipse.The ancestors said that during this eclipse, an entity, as old as time itself, would descend upon the ear...
Weekly Contest #244
It all started with a joke photo of Jake's girlfriend, Amber. She played dead; he put fake blood on her body, and he would take a couple pictures of her. It was awesome to gain so much attention, but then the comments came. People wanted to know who Amber was and where she lived. They both even got doxxed, and Jake lost his mind after that. Not in a million years would he have thought that their lives would become hell due to that. Sometimes jokes aren't funny... *** Jake was an ordinary guy with an extraordinary sense of humor. His girlfri...
'Nina stood in her dimly lit bedroom, phone in hand. The soft glow of the screen illuminated her face as she angled the camera for a selfie. Her green eyes reflected a mix of lies and unease. The room felt heavy, memories clung to its walls like cobwebs. The house was empty of other life; not one relative in sight.' Three years ago, on a stormy night, her boyfriend, Alex, had been brutally murdered. The police never found the killer, and Nina's grief had consumed her. She knew she had to move away, hoping to escape the pain that haunted her....
Amanda had always been drawn to the mysterious and the unexplained. Her tiny apartment, perched on the edge of the city, offered a perfect view of the busy road below. She'd often sit by the window, camera in hand, capturing fleeting moments of life; the cries of children being dragged along by their parents, the hustle of commuters, and the occasional fender-bender. One rainy evening, as thunder rumbled in the distance, Amanda heard the screech of tires. She rushed to the window, camera dangling from her neck. Two cars collided, metal crunc...
Weekly Contest #242
Introduction: The UnorthodoxIn the heart of Fort Collins, where the air smelled of pine and adventure, there stood an unassuming building; The Fort Collins Museum of Quirky Artifacts. Its exterior was adorned with gargoyles wearing multicolored scarves and a sign that read, “Abandon Normalcy, All Ye Who Enter Here.”Evelyn, a collector of oddities and seeker of the extraordinary, had stumbled upon the museum years ago, during a particularly peculiar afternoon. The manager knew she'd be perfect for the job. He brought her in swiftly. The...
Part I: The Break-In The Museum of Lost Treasures stood like a forgotten sentinel. Its ancient stones whispering secrets of civilizations long gone. Jack "The Wonder" Donovan, a man of shadows and secrets himself, had studied the museum's layout for weeks. Tonight, he would steal the Crimson Rose, a large diamond that had eluded every thief before him. Jack's heart raced as he slipped through the laser grid, his breath synchronized with the rhythmic hum of the security system. Mona, his partner in crime, monitored the cameras from their hide...
In the heart of the city, stood The Grand Galerie Des Rêves (Gallery of Dreams). This, its marble façade, adorned with intricate carvings and mysterious symbols. Within its walls, treasures from forgotten civilizations lay in silent rest, waiting for curious eyes to discover their secrets.Eamon, a humble night guard, patrolled the museum's silent halls. His footsteps echoed off the polished marble floors as he checked each exhibit. The museum was eerily quiet at night, and Eamon often wondered about the stories behind the artifacts. But one ...
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