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Submitted to Contest #267
The mist hung thick over the river, curling around the iron arch of the bridge like ghostly fingers. Beneath it, the water flowed dark and steady, its surface barely visible beneath the swirling fog. Soft footsteps echoed on the damp stone path leading up to the bridge, the sound reluctant to disturb the stillness.Eva walked alone, her hands buried deep in the pockets of her coat, eyes fixed ahead but unfocused. The bridge had always been her sanctuary—a place to think, to escape. Lately, the world felt heavier, a weight pressing down on her...
Submitted to Contest #263
In the heart of a land where shadows whispered secrets and winds howled with stories untold, two figures stood, their bodies tense with barely restrained hatred. They were the last of their kind, bound by destiny and a cruel twist of fate to save a world neither cared to protect.Rafe, the Shadowmancer, was a man shaped by darkness. His black cloak billowed in the wind, a living extension of the abyss that thrived within him. His eyes, sharp and cold as polished obsidian, held within them the mysteries of the void. His every movement was a th...
Submitted to Contest #262
The Thompson family was buzzing with excitement. After months of dreary weather and monotonous routines, they were finally on their way to the Ardèche region in France for a much-needed vacation. Steve and Laura Thompson, along with their two kids, Emily and Jack, had planned every detail meticulously. They were particularly thrilled about the canoe trip they had booked down the scenic Ardèche River, inspired by a glossy pamphlet Steve had picked up from a charming local at a roadside café.The brochure featured stunning images of canoes glid...
Submitted to Contest #261
Walter Crabb was a master of the art of grumbling. His colleagues often joked that if they needed a lecture on why the world was going to hell in a handbasket, Walter was their guy. When his boss, Claire, suggested he start a gratitude journal during a mandatory team-building workshop, Walter’s reaction could have curdled milk.“Just try it for a month,” Claire had said, her smile as radiant as a sunrise. “It’ll improve your outlook and productivity.”Walter had barely concealed his disdain. “Oh, sure, because jotting down ‘I’m grateful for co...
In the frenetic pace of daily life, it's easy to overlook the moments of tranquility that offer respite from the chaos. One such moment I have grown to cherish deeply is the quiet morning. I'm grateful for the stillness of early hours, the peaceful interlude between the chaos of yesterday and the demands of today.My appreciation for quiet mornings began during a particularly stressful period of my life. I was juggling a demanding job, personal obligations, and a relentless stream of physical issues that were on the rise. It seemed like there...
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