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Submitted to Contest #329
The moon, a spectral coin in the inky sky, was my only companion. Not that I minded. After… well, after everything, solitude was a comfort. I am Silas, and I am, for lack of a more elegant term, a ghost. I haunt, reside, perhaps even guard the old St. Augustine Cemetery. Not by design, mind you. It just… happened.I can’t recall the exact moment of my transition, the precise flicker when breath left my lungs and I became… this. A wisp of memory remains of a fever, a parched throat, the hushed whispers of a worried wife. But the details are as...
Submitted to Contest #314
It was the hottest day of the year. The sun blazed mercilessly in a cerulean sky, casting shimmering mirages that danced along the cracked asphalt of Maplewood Lane. The air was thick with humidity, wrapping around the small town like a heavy, suffocating blanket. Not a single leaf fluttered in the oppressive heat, and even the birds seemed to find it too discomforting to sing. In this stifling atmosphere, thirteen-year-old Madeline Thompson was holed up in her attic, far removed from the sweltering chaos outside.The teen could feel the day’...
Submitted to Contest #312
In a dimly lit apartment cluttered with scattered coffee cups and the faint smell of burnt toast, experienced novelist Elias Thorne faced his greatest challenge yet.He had always been a solitary writer, a romantic who thrived on the cool touch of paper and the satisfying clack of typewriter keys. It was a habit of his.However, in this unforgiving age of instant gratification and deadlines, he was forced to adapt.With a fresh novel due in six weeks and nothing but scattered ideas and a blank page staring back at him, Elias reluctantly delved ...
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