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Weekly Contest #297
Sunrise is supposed to be at 6:43. It starts at 6:39 instead. “Being a weatherman must be the easiest job on the planet,” mutters Cam, the whispers seeming to bounce off of the alley walls. We’re effectively hidden in shadows, but if that sun continues to rise, we won’t be much longer, and our entire plan will go sideways. “Because you never have to be right,” I agree, a breath huffing out of my nose. I touch the dagger strapped to my hip for probably the fiftieth time since we’ve been standing here. Cam echoes my huff, leaning their lean ...
Weekly Contest #272
TRIGGER WARNINGS: sexual abuse, mental health, gore, graphic violence, kidnapping, death, suicide, substance abuse Most people will never witness a heinous tragedy in their lifetime. Cara had witnessed three. As she stared blankly out of the plane window, watching the clouds drift past without a care, she felt more numb than the past two times this had happened. She’d held the false sense of security that getting older would mean she felt it less. Or, at the very least, she would muster up the strength to go to law enforcement instead of co...
Weekly Contest #271
They knew they were lucky to find a love such as this. One beginning in preschool; hand-holding and kisses on cheeks, crayon-drawn love confessions, and weddings at recess. The rubber bands they’d fashioned into rings didn’t leave their fingers, not for any reason. He was her prince, even though she insisted she needed no man, even at the measly age of three. He was shy and quiet; she was loud and social. She dragged him into the school yard to play (despite his pleas not to) while he took up hours of her time showing all of his books (despi...
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