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Weekly Contest #113
(CW: Depression, suicide)A bead of sweat rolled from his temple and into his already dampened hair. The ticklish feeling of the droplet slowly sliding across his skin caused him to roll over in bed, as he mumbled to himself : "don’t…". Ever since he could remember, the exact same dream had haunted him, only, the images were getting clearer and clearer with every passing night. It was not a nightmare — or it had stopped being one for a while now — since his mind had already registered the events of this peculiar dream that never seemed to alt...
Weekly Contest #88
The night was growing colder and colder by the second. Princess Adelaide tightened the grip on her cloak to stop the cold night air from penetrating the bubble of warm air her body had generated inside her midnight blue velvet cloak to keep her warm. The full moon watched over her as she hurried to the Lake of Merriah where she was to meet The Messenger. It was dark, and the faint light emanating from her lantern was not helping much, but at every turn, she was glad to have the feeble wisp of light illuminate the path ahead by a mere foot.&n...
Weekly Contest #75
Ava did not know what to feel. She read and reread the note which she was holding in trembling hands but she was unable to make any sense of it. “DO NOT WATCH THE TAPE!” were the only five words that had been scribbled on it. She stared at it hoping that something would click in her mind and that she would somehow remember when or why she had written it, but she drew a complete blank. She could not stop herself from feeling frustrated and, of course—very curious. The one thing that was bothering her the most was the fact that she w...
Weekly Contest #74
We all watched that droplet of water racing down the windowpane, racing against its other friends, bravely facing the obstacles which the path set for it, never stopping until it reached that finish line where it would disappear—forever. We all watched it bump into other very similar droplets of water, and after a few milliseconds of struggle, we watched our droplet of water come out of the struggle sometimes slightly bigger than it was before, but never really unscathed. We all lost that droplet of water we were so intently following, lost ...
The rules were simple. His punishment would last for seven consecutive days. His only job was to keep track of these seven days after which he would be able to demand Libéracion. The man in the bloodstained shirt and ripped trousers did not understand why it was so important for him to keep track of time, but the rules were so simple that it would be foolish for him to ignore them. He entered the cell that had been assigned to him and the door closed silently behind him, isolating the tiny chamber from the rest of the world. Lit...
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