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Submitted to Contest #297
I never thought the night would come. The night where I stood in the hallway, my bare feet cold against the floorboards, the weight of a gun unfamiliar in my hands. It was heavier than I imagined. Real. Solid. Like the decision I hadn’t yet made.The house was silent, except for the hum of the refrigerator and the rhythmic buzz of the ceiling fan. I could hear his breathing from the bedroom. Deep. Loud. Like he didn’t have a care in the world. Like he hadn't crushed mine over and over again.My fingers trembled.I hadn’t planned for it to go th...
This story unfolds in the quiet moments before midnight — where unsaid feelings, soft lights, and small truths quietly collide. I met Liam online. It wasn’t anything dramatic — just a reply to a meme, a few back-and-forth comments, and then we ended up in each other’s DMs. At first, it was casual. He was funny, dry-humored, and called me "bro" like it was my name. I didn’t mind. It was easy to talk to him, easier than I expected. Soon, texting him became part of my routine. Morning updates, random thoughts during the day, memes, photos of ...
1st MinuteI hear the slow hum of the machines before I see you.Your hand is colder than I remember. But I hold it anyway, because it still feels like home.I don’t know how I made it into this room without falling apart. Maybe I already did—in the hallway, when the nurse quietly said, “You’ll have four minutes. Take your time.”Four minutes.I sit beside you, even though you don’t move. Your chest rises only because the machine says so. Tubes run across your face, stealing away the warmth I once knew like the back of my hand.“Noah,” I whisper, ...
Submitted to Contest #295
I knew I was dreaming the moment the mirror blinked. At first, it was subtle—just a shimmer in the glass, like heat rising from concrete. Then, slowly, my reflection raised its hand when I didn’t. It smiled when my mouth stayed still. The blink came next. Lazy, slow, deliberate. I should have woken up. Instead, I stepped closer. The air shimmered like something electric. My breath misted the mirror, but the smear didn’t match the shape of the reflection’s. It didn’t even fog in the same place. That was when it spoke. “You’re late,” my reflec...
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