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Weekly Contest #346
No one knew where the road began. No one knew where it ended. Some people said it had once been a normal highway connecting cities and towns, but the maps had long since failed to show it. Others believed the road had always existed, stretching quietly across the world like a line drawn by an absent-minded god.Elias had been walking it for three years.At least, that was what he believed. Time behaved strangely on the road. The sun rose and set, but sometimes days felt longer than weeks, and sometimes weeks slipped by like moments.The road it...
Weekly Contest #324
They told me the sky would stay blue. I remember that. The voice on the radio - calm, official - said, “Remain where you are. Help is coming.” And so I believed them. I believed that if I stayed still long enough, the sky would stay blue and someone would come walking through the water toward me.That was three days ago.Or maybe four. The watch stopped when the wave hit, and my phone battery died sometime yesterday. I only know it’s morning because the sun crawls in through the hole where the kitchen window used to be. Its light slices across...
Weekly Contest #321
The plane smelled faintly of recycled air, coffee, and the sharp tang of disinfectant. Lena hated flying. Not just the confined space or the turbulence or the way her ears always popped on descent—what she hated most was the lack of control. Once she stepped into a plane, she was trapped, thousands of feet above ground, at the mercy of strangers she’d never see again.But tonight’s flight was unavoidable. Her father was in the hospital in Los Angeles, and the doctors had told her mother that time was running short. Lena had booked the first a...
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