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Weekly Contest #359
The sudden swerve of motion jostled her from a deep sleep. Darkness. She was moving. Her head felt as if it were entombed in a mass of cotton wool. She felt sick. She opened her eyes, but her vision only provided a blur of watery haze. She closed her eyes tightly and shook her head to remove the grogginess that seemed to have overtaken her. She opened her eyes again. A sudden brightness filled her dilated pupils, shooting adrenaline through her body. She turned her gaze to the right. Tiny pictures flashed like an old film reel projecting ima...
Weekly Contest #225
As she opened the door, the faint tinkling of the bell welcomed her into the realm of old treasures and curiosities. The crisp outdoor air was replaced by the thick scent of aged wood, polished brass, and the faint hint of mustiness that only comes with time. The rich, leathery fragrance of old books and furniture mingled with that of linseed oil and lemon polish. Courtney stepped forward and glanced about in search of the shopkeeper of Westwood Fine and Rare Antiques.As she did so, Serenity, her cat, popped her little black head out of...
Weekly Contest #224
Startled, she blinked away the remnants of her dream, struggling to make sense of her still unfamiliar surroundings. The room was cloaked in darkness, and the only source of illumination was the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. The plinking sound persisted, a rhythmic disturbance in the stillness of the night. She groaned in annoyance, reluctantly raised her head from the pillow of the four-poster bed, and switched on the bedside lamp. It was 3:19 in the morning. Groaning again, she slid her bare feet onto the coolness...
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