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Weekly Contest #329
Funerals should only ever occur on dark days. With the sky furrowed with clouds, the sun hiding in shame. It should be raining, the downpour harmonising with the sounds of sorrow. Today wasn’t a day for a funeral. The sky was a sheet of blue brilliance, the birds vibrated songs of joy. The sun blazed, its rays a warm blanket over the black clad figure of a woman. Reminding her of life, of all the things that would go on living. The sun would outlive them all. Her eyes were sore from a lifetime of crying, compressed into a single week. The we...
Weekly Contest #291
A black car drives up the winding road, further and further into the hills, upwards towards the house of glass. The man stares at her as she looks out the window. Her big, bright eyes were gazing towards the sheets. Dozens of candles flicker like fireflies, emanating their welcoming warmth out into the night. She smiles with anticipation, white teeth, ivory skin, pitched against the panther black interior. The man licks his lips. The car pulls up to the house. The woman gets out and prowls towards the front door. A tall man with dark hair o...
Weekly Contest #289
‘The room is... unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here.’ Words whispered for the fifth time from creased, crinkled lips. Words that barely carried themselves over to the other side of the twee room. Where a man sat. To him, it seemed as though the old woman’s face was being slowly squashed by the confusion, like a rusty, bent nail yielding to the hammers blows. ‘This is your home; you’re happy here.’ 'No, no, this isn’t my home; where am I?’ The man’s eyes stared at the old woman as she shook her head and rocked slightly in her tackily ...
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