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Submitted to Contest #75
There’s something about the darkness that is familiar. It’s not necessarily the look of it, more how it feels, warm and moving, humming with energy. This darkness is something alive, something swirling beneath closed eyes that won’t open just yet. He can swear there is someone calling his name, though the sound is muddled and far away, and it isn’t so much a name, but it’s something close enough. Soon. A voice tells him, though he’s not sure who the voice belongs to, whether it’s his own, or someone else’s that he’s long since forgot...
Submitted to Contest #74
Number one. Sleep more. Oliver sighed rolling over onto his side. He held the phone in front of his face, his lips pressed in a tight line, his brows knit together as he read the paragraph that followed the suggestion. The light from the screen stung his eyes. It was too bright in an all too dark room, and despite the pale hint of morning light creeping in from darkened curtains, Oliver couldn’t bring himself to open them. The time blinked at him from an alarm clock on his bedside table, the numbers 5:55 AM illuminate...
Submitted to Contest #7
The clock spun counterclockwise. A steady tick, tick, tick, counting back from 10. 9. 8-.It made more sense to be counting down than to be counting forward. After all, time, Amber thought, always seemed to be running out. It was 6 am when Amber got the text. It took her a minute to convince herself to look at her phone screen, another to recognize the unsaved number staring back at her, and one more after that to respond. “I’m coming home.”Is what the message said. It was hard to answer because Amber wasn’t sure this place cou...
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