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Weekly Contest #232
The Light and Flame By Zachariah Chamberlin Pain. Blood. Cold. Gravity. I don’t remember feeling any of these before. I look around, but I can’t see anything. It’s so dark here. I feel something like sand under my feet, maybe mud. I also feel cold air whip across my skin. “Wait, what are those?” I pick up a stone. Breathe in the cool air. I can’t think straight. I have never been anywhere except… Except. “Where am I from?” I think to myself. “Not from here. I know this somehow. I’m new here.” Wherever this place is, or what ...
Weekly Contest #222
The boy peered beyond the river to the desert beyond. Somewhere in all that desolation, a monstrous city teaming with souls awaits. He could still go there. His option to cross the river is still on the table. Then there was the alternative. Stay with the ferryman, learn from him, and awaken the thing inside him. He has felt something growing in him, pressing against his ribs, aching for release. It had been a gift passed down to him by his mother. Until now, he always considered himself cursed with her talent. The boy can see the dead. H...
Weekly Contest #215
Haunted Bodies by Zachariah Chamberlin Loneliness has a scent. That's what Richard Warren thought as he leaned against his black Cadillac in the ruins of the Salt Creek Elementary School parking lot. The smell was a stew of the uncut grass, dusty pebbles, and the recently departed rainclouds. Just how long would he have to wait? "Detective Warren?" called out a voice from within the shadows of the school entrance. The moon was full tonight and so very bright. A Hunter's Moon. Tonight was the closest and reddest it will be. It bathed everythi...
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