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Weekly Contest #364
She didn’t learn the truth all at once. It came to her in small, uneasy pieces, the way a room brightens before sunrise — slowly, quietly, almost politely. At first, she didn’t want to see it. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe in the life she thought they were building together, even if she was the one doing most of the building.He had always been good at sounding sincere. He had a way of speaking that made even the simplest lie feel gentle. “I’m running out for a bit.” “I have to help someone.” “I’ll be back soon.” None of it...
Weekly Contest #362
I told myself I was only going to look. That was the rule I repeated the entire drive to the Audi dealership, gripping the steering wheel like it could anchor me to my own good judgment. I wasn’t buying a car. I wasn’t even thinking about buying a car. I was simply curious, I said. Just browsing. Just seeing what existed in the world of things I couldn’t have.But the truth was already humming beneath my ribs, a quiet, electric anticipation I couldn’t explain. I pranced into the dealership like I owned the place, chin lifted, shoulders back, ...
I didn’t return to the apartment complex out of nostalgia. I returned because the truth has a way of clinging to a place long after you’ve left it, like humidity trapped in the walls. I told myself I was only driving by, only passing through, only proving to myself that I was done with it. But when I pulled into the parking lot and saw the balcony that used to be mine, the faint glow behind the curtains, the quiet silhouette of a new life unfolding where mine once did, I knew exactly why I was there.Some warnings arrive late. Some arrive exa...
Weekly Contest #361
There was only one thing left to do before summer ended—though I didn’t understand what it was until the very last moment.It began in the thick heat of August, the kind that made the air feel syrup‑slow and the hallways of the apartment building smell faintly of sun‑baked concrete. Outside, it smelled like a moonlit beach night—cool, salt‑tinged, impossible for the season. The air carried a strange softness, as if some distant shoreline had drifted inland and settled around the building. The contrast made everything feel slightly off, like t...
I still think about that summer sometimes—the summer of 1981, when the heat settled over the mountains like a heavy quilt and even sweet tea couldn’t cut through it. North Carolina heat was different from the heat I’d grown up with near the beach. This heat didn’t shimmer or dance. It pressed. It lingered. It made the air feel thick enough to chew.I was sixteen, newly uprooted from everything familiar and dropped into a small mountain town where the roads curved like question marks and the people spoke in slow, honey‑dipped sentences. My par...
Weekly Contest #360
She woke as if someone had pulled her violently upward from the bottom of a dark lake.One moment she was drifting through the strange, weightless logic of a dream — a corridor of shifting colors, a voice she almost recognized, a symbol glowing like an ember beneath her feet — and the next she was upright in bed, breath sharp, heart pounding, the sheets twisted around her legs like vines. The darkness of her room pressed close around her, but inside her mind something shone with startling clarity.The idea.The one she had chased for months. Th...
I called the police. They never arrived at my house.That sentence looks simple on the page, almost bare. But inside it lives the entire architecture of betrayal. It holds the moment I realized that the system I had been taught to trust—the one I believed would protect me—was not coming. Not for me. Not that night. Maybe not ever.I remember the way my voice sounded when I made the call: steady, factual, urgent but controlled. I didn’t scream. I didn’t ramble. I didn’t sound like someone losing her grip on reality. I sounded like a woman repor...
Weekly Contest #358
Nobody believed in me. That was their first mistake. The RF Detector wasn't supposed to light up.Not here.Not in my bedroom. I held it loosely at first, more out of curiosity than suspicion, sweeping it along the baseboards the way the instructions suggested. Nothing happened. Just the soft, steady green glow of a device that had no reason to be alarmed. Then I reached the far wall.The detector flickered.Once.Twice. Then it burst into red.A sharp, urgent red that didn't blink so much as accuse.I froze. The air felt different on this side of ...
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