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Weekly Contest #56
It must’ve been around 4 in the morning; I could see orange and pink clouds spread across the light blue sky through the semi open blinds. I could feel the cold air bite my skin, raising the goosebumps on my skin as I sat up. The room was quite dark, I faced the mirror in front of me and stared at my dark figure which stood out from the white wall behind me. If I could look at my face, I'd see dark rings around my semi open eyes and bags which would drag my long face down. My wife was sound asleep next to me, I could hear her soft snores an...
Weekly Contest #52
I thought I killed him, but there he was, standing right in front of me, smiling like he had never gotten a knife wedged through his heart. I stood in horror as my knees knocked together, my mouth dropped open like someone had cut the joints of my jaw. He looked untouched, he lifted my hand with his warm ones and cuffed them as he got down on one knee. He smiled warmly, his cheekbones escaping his face, his blue eyes lighting up as he chuckled watching my horrified face. My mind was racing; how was he still alive? Proposing like he hadn’t re...
Weekly Contest #51
I still remember the tightness in my chest, squeezing my lungs, trapping the air inside of me unable to inhale, unable to exhale. I remember feeling his cold hand cling onto mine, sending shivers through my body as he pulled me back. Staring into his demonic eyes I could feel myself falling into the cages he had set up for me, I was unable to move. “Are you going to kill me?” I remember asking, my voice quivering higher than it was supposed to be, frail like my wobbly knees. “I'm not sure yet.” He said this, his cold eyes sent chills down my...
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