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Weekly Contest #350
(Sensitive Content Warning - My story contains the following themes: dying, and 'end of life' care). The whistle of Khia’s kettle had barely started before she lifted it from the base. She scanned the counter before her and, upon discovering a scattered line of ants, frowned. That's the second time this week I’ve left the window open overnight, she thought. Come on. Pull it together, Kay.She closed the window.Two cups, she thought. Just as she had every other morning. She poured the water into both cups—filling one to the top; the other, aro...
Weekly Contest #91
Roots of trees rupture through the ground and extend up, aching for sunlight. They won’t find it here, not tonight. Their leaves brush the ceiling, and their branches conform to the shapes of the bookshelves. I’ve never experienced nature taking over a place in such a way, let alone something as precious as a library. Animal nests have been built in several corners, bookshelves and the books inside them are caked in dust, and chrome-coloured stair hand railings have been plagued with rust and are beginning to deteriorate. It’s likely been ...
Weekly Contest #73
You walk through the front door and dust the snow off your shoulders. I’m leaning on the wall, waiting for you to see me, and when you do, you beam. It’s a cold night, yet your smile is warm enough for me, for us. We embrace, and, as you always have, you squeeze me tight. All I want for Christmas is to live in this moment forever. The moon is a sight to behold tonight. It’s not often my evening walk is so well-lit. I like it—my very own dark-day-time. Apart from the moon, however, everything else remains the same. The 6:00 pm chime of...
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