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Weekly Contest #52
The evening sky was ignited with its purple orange haze. Stars began to speckle the ever growing darkness above as the waning moon rose with them. It was the perfect night for this occasion, as Davis calibrated his telescope to the precise location he knew Saturn would be. Astronomy was something he was passionate about in his free time for many years, since he became eligible. Escaping to nature helped Davis forget about the stress, drama, and anxiety that came every year on this day. So many years had passed that he hardly considered today...
Weekly Contest #50
The glaring midnight lights of the surrounding city had strained every last star from the night sky. Flashing signs and light shows filled the streets amongst the black sheet above that encompassed the city. The blinding scorn of the LED lamps that littered the streets penetrated through the cheap beige window shades where three decades worth of stains had been silhouetted. Tight and filled with the recognizable stench of degeneracy and regret, the two men stood in angry disposition from one another in the darkness of the unlit hotel room, t...
Weekly Contest #35
Night had felt even more desolate than normal, the air in my bedroom was hot, stagnant, heavy with dust suffocating me under my half removed blanket. Outside from the nearby window, I could hear nothing. The static searing of the empty void pounded against my ears as the damp, sweat covered sheets stuck to my body. I had been laying here for hours, but how many hours had it been? It was the period of night that you should be asleep for, the overbearing sense of disconnection, darkness, the only feelings surrounding you are those of the unwas...
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