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Weekly Contest #361
Bone-dry straw scrunched and crunched under her boots as she tried ever so carefully to sneak back through the stables and away from the chicken coop. Her stomach twisted. Guilt or hunger, she wasn’t sure which, as she slipped the warm eggs into her coat pocket. She hadn’t eaten in days.Gross, she thought as the stink of fresh horseshit wafted into her nostrils. Then the smell curdled and grew unnaturally foul, a humid bouquet of decaying flesh and sickly-sweet fruit. It stung her eyes and kicked her in the back of the throat.A fly brushed h...
Weekly Contest #360
Sensitive Content Warning: graphic violence, body horror, suicide, and the death of a child. Song of the Murkwoods Splash. Crack. Thump. A day’s worth of rainwater masked the pothole. It felt as deep as the sea. The sudden fall and abrupt slam of the hard oak bench was simply adding insult to injury at this point. The road through the Murkwoods was bad enough on a good day. But today, after three hours lost to a busted wheel, it was unbearable. The shoddy repair left the wheel sitting unevenly, jostling the carriage at every turn. A groan, ...
Weekly Contest #359
I watched the regolith dust sparkle like fresh snow as it spilled off the end of the conveyor belt. It was almost pretty. But the rhythmic, low-frequency vibration of the heavy machinery climbed into my boots and traveled straight to my head. It rattled my teeth. I’d been in such a rush this morning that I forgot my mouthguard. The sensation was nauseating, and I could feel a tension headache creeping in behind my eyes. Each automated excavator processed over a hundred tons of lunar surface material a week. The entire outpost could handle ro...
Weekly Contest #357
He's sleeping again. He's always sleeping. Even when he's not, he's not really here. Not anymore. Not the way he used to be. When I first moved in things were different. It's not that I was never sad, never anxious, I'd be lying if I said that. Maybe more to myself than to anyone else. But it was a different kind of sadness. One that came from a different place. One that didn't ache like this. Back then, my heart sank every morning he’d slide his polished work boots out from under the bed and lace them up. I just couldn't bear to see him l...
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