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Submitted to Contest #239
I wonder how sunlight once shimmered on the living oceans, before dust veiled the world. When the skies were clear blue and the sun a bright white light. Now the sun shines a dark golden brown light. As I gazed upward, pondering the alien concept of a blue sky, my eyes caught signs of scattered rain clouds and dark specks on the horizon, racing towards us on high-altitude winds. “Rain’s coming,” I told the group, pointing to the sky. Together, we sought refuge, finding solace within the skeletal remains of a deep-sea coral, a ridge large e...
Submitted to Contest #234
Hello Commissioner, The team has started on the document recovery process for the Springhill vault. Here is the report for D 1.20.24. The file for this report was corrupted. The team did its best to recover what we could. The report is rather strangely and poorly written and I am not sure how much of the information is truth or factual and at times even what it even is. What follows is the raw output of what we were able to recover. Report D 1.20.24: I wipe the sweat from my brow. Whether it was the poison running through my vein...
I stepped into a peculiar bar on a stormy night with rain thundering against the rooftop. The interior was a dark, polished wood, mirroring the building itself. A dozen patrons, scattered throughout, gave the place an air of subdued mystery. The heavy scent of wet dogs and hot chocolate was pervasive. "Only werewolves could get drunk on hot chocolate," I mused, eyes scanning the room. In a back corner, a solitary figure caught my attention. I approached, and the figure – a robust werewolf with piercing eyes – gestured for him to sit. "Yo...
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