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Steff Erios

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The cold empty space

Weekly Contest #356

He had grown used to it. The constant silence born from the absence of anyone else. His throat was dry from disuse, as he had not spoken in a very long time.His breath formed small clouds of mist as he walked through the forest. Snow covered the broken logs scattered along the path, the trees were cloaked in a white blanket, and the entire landscape seemed permanently illuminated in white by the sunlight reflecting off the ice.That was when he found her.He stopped dead in his tracks, astonished. Half-buried beneath the snow and fallen foliag...

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The edge of the world

Weekly Contest #353

Vincent made a sharp turn, causing the car to sway along the rocky road.“You could at least slow down,” Amaia complained. “This road is full of bends.”Vincent grunted.“You wanted to make this trip, don’t tell me how to drive my car.”“I’ve no idea why you agreed to come if you hate it so much,” she replied.They had spent the entire two-hour journey arguing. It was a fact that they could not coexist in the same space for even a single day. Once again, Amaia was reminded of the reason they had divorced.Even so, they had lived together for too m...

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Missed you at 6:30

Weekly Contest #335

CW: Themes of substance abuse, violence, and mental health struggles. “Don’t you feel it…?”Aimee began shaking her head before letting her finish the question.“Not again, Mavie. We can’t go through the night with yet another one of your conjectures.”Mavie didn’t bother continuing. This had happened too many times for her to be taken seriously anymore.Dizziness, dissociation, the sensation that time was slowing down, as if her body were moving at a different rhythm from the environment around her. For weeks, she had been the only one experien...

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Hunt the fox!

Weekly Contest #323

Trigger Warning: This text contains mentions of substance abuse and physical violence.------------------------------Despite holding out their hands over the bonfire, the three first-year students trembled in their places as they waited for Luther's words.Rowe waited distractedly, reconsidering all the decisions he had made that had led him to this absurd initiation ritual.The main reason had been to appease his mother's concerns, as she only wanted him to have the opportunity to meet people his own age and finally make friends. She knew how ...

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The Painter of Souls

Weekly Contest #292

It was the first time in two years that the group of friends had reunited for this trip. After many cancellations and unfinished plans, everyone had made an effort to make this outing a reality.They hadn’t spoken much during the funeral two years ago, and it almost seemed as if their friendship would dissolve soon after. But through the video game chats they frequented, nostalgia and good memories rekindled the bonds that had weakened with the loss.They talked about how competitive Bennet had been in many of the games they played, how he wou...

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Reflection of Chaos

Weekly Contest #291

Part 1: LegionThe dogs were barking.The owner didn’t even bother to control them, and they barked at a specific individual crossing their path.The man, annoyed, reproached the owner, but he merely stared at him, ignoring him. That attitude seemed to encourage the dogs to bark with even more intensity.This only increased the individual’s anger. The dogs made a move as if to attack him, barking violently."Control them!" the man shouted at the owner, standing his ground.The passersby grew nervous. The sky darkened.The dogs’ appearance began to...

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The dead king

Weekly Contest #279

The laboured breathing of King Ouin was the only sound in the room that rainy morning.The healer watched him, disheartened, unable to think of a way to restore vitality to the monarch, who lay on his bed staring blankly at the grey sky through the window.His skin had shrivelled and dried like parchment. White hair sprouted from various spots on his face, and his eyes seemed unnaturally large in his gaunt face. His complexion had turned a greenish hue, almost cadaverous.Standing by the bed, Sir Leoric also gazed at his lord with utter resigna...

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