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Weekly Contest #351
In the hills of ancient Argos, Vasileios watched spindly flames dance upon the pyre. The heat clawed his moist cheeks as tears continued to spill from his copper eyes. Orange and yellow swallowed the delicate profile of his beloved wife, Thaleia, reducing her skin to pallid ash. One week ago, that skin had been rosy and plump, free from the illness that took her. How could life be so unfair? Vasileios never asked the gods for anything. Begging for their favor seemed like a futile exercise, as his thirty-nine years had been filled with conte...
Weekly Contest #264
This is the story of how a single conversation with a stranger altered my perception of, well, everything.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*It’s amazing how the mouth and the brain can work independently from each other. I heard my voice saying things like, “Yes—of course!” and “It’d be an honor!” and “I wouldn’t miss it!” But internally? I was thinking that I’d rather eat a grilled cheese sandwich full of rusty nails than be a bridesmaid…and I’m lactose intolerant.Yet, this was about my dear cousin, Bella. I couldn’t refuse her offer without s...
Weekly Contest #253
These bloodshot eyes grow tired, but I’m afraid of what they might miss if I were to blink. I want to gaze at her profile, to memorize every inch of her face. Those long lashes, the ones she so deftly curled this morning. Her button nose, a replica of her mother’s. Those puffy lips, which used to taste of vanilla and brown sugar. That curved chin—how I want to cradle it in my trembling palm, guiding her mouth to mine… We rest upon the bed, side by side, saying nothing. The silence between us is louder than sirens. She scrolls through her pho...
Weekly Contest #186
“I’m not known for having great ideas. Seriously, you’re looking at the guy who inspired the warning labels on most household products. But you can trust me, Dr. Schneider. I know what I’m doing here. You have to let me take him.” “This isn’t a library, Jon. You can’t check out a patient and then drop him off like some book you needed for a research paper.” &nb...
Weekly Contest #86
Once upon a time, there was a shack that nobody dared to visit. It was home to a strange creature named Brutta Wartsnout, a witch who resembled a rhinoceros. She used to reside in the castle, but the cruelty of Princess Ivana forced her to leave. Some weeks later, she settled into a shabby house on the outskirts of town and officially opened for business. Every peasant knew that if they had a problem, Brutta Wa...
Weekly Contest #82
The hat smelled like her Great Uncle Edgar. It was a difficult odor to describe, a sort of cross between burnt bread and wet dog, and it left a lingering stench in its wake. Riley tried to hide her red cheeks beneath this filthy fedora, but her wounds stung whenever she tugged at the brim. She still couldn’t believe it had really happened. When she opened her eyes that morning, there was a stone in her gut. It was slowly sinking towards her feet, a sign that something wasn’t quite right. She sat on the edge of her mattress with her hands on...
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