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Weekly Contest #345
I sit on the porch, the sun falling low into the prepossessing color scheme. The purple hid behind the devilish orange, as the red stroked up the rear. A blend of calm alluring energy gloating to the people, a level of beauty we will never be able to touch. The display is a tease from above, a hint from God that we are bound to the tedious tides of humanity. Wind whispers against my ear, a voice I can’t hear, but the words enter my mind as if spoken clear as day. My dread snakes into my veins, the same sense of knowing it wasn’t the wind. It...
CW: Self-harm, Murder There are eight thousand seven hundred and sixty hours in a year. It’s been five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes since I lost you. A single minute was all it took for you to be erased from an existence you brought me into. A second was all it took for everything to go wrong. Had we never left the house that day, would you still be here to tell me you love me? Had I never insisted we go to the store across the street; would I still be in your arms? I watch the clock as my birthday comes seldom in mood, e...
Weekly Contest #341
My steps were slow and deliberate, as the dead leaves crunched under my feet. The fog was weighing heavily on my spirit. I slow my pace; it's been twenty years since I've been in these woods. The trees dance overhead, mocking and cruel, full of life. The path was almost fully gone, but I knew it by heart. After all this time, my legs were on autopilot as my eyes wandered around me. The greyscale was almost theatrical, the goosebumps on my arms danced, seeking attention. I followed the curve, the dirt path sinking beneath me as the ground ant...
Weekly Contest #340
CW: Physical violence, gore, and sexual violence. I hear them, the frightened whimpers. I cannot see them, not yet. He hasn’t come down in a few days. When he brought them, he didn't use me. The ruffled manhandling happened in the dark. It sounds like a young woman, not that I could be precise."Let me out! Please, let me out!" she screams into the soundproofed walls. Another victim of my owner. It's been five victims since he brought me home. I watched as his hands turned to screw my cap into the overhead compartment, pulling my switch, my l...
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