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Weekly Contest #272
My exhales fog what little I can see in the space before me. The light of the full moon shines through the cracks of the slatted, wooden wardrobe. My breath catches in my throat when I hear the whispers approaching. Even one darkness chasing breath is for naught if it means the Death of me, for what is air to a dead man? My eyes strain and my vision swims as blood and fear pump through me. The whispers echo inside my skull and pulse with my heartbeat. My damned heart, beating so loud I swear the bastards must hear it. I have caught onl...
Ariella stood at the foot of her father’s driveway. She’d been walking for 47 minutes. The bus had dropped her off this morning at 9:05 on the corner of 28th and Central, three minutes behind schedule, not that she’d been in a rush. She had pulled out her phone, there on the corner, to double check the route from where she stood at the edge of The City to her father’s house. She knew the route, but she’d never walked it before and that made her doubt herself. The app told her the walk would take 50 minutes. Ariella had sighed, putting her ph...
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