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Submitted to Contest #313
The rain had a smell like something opened. Like a wound unwrapped. Metallic and green, as if the earth itself had split wide and let something decaying seep out. It threaded through the cracked kitchen window, clinging to the walls, the air, Marcus’s skin. Outside, thunder growled deep and slow, shaking the house in long, rattling exhalations. Each roll seemed to drag across the floor, settling into his bones. He stood by the sink, unmoving, one hand resting on the counter, the other still curled around a chipped mug. The tea was still clin...
Submitted to Contest #310
어쩌다 여기까지 왔을까? 어쩌겠어… 이미 와버렸는데.I'm a writer, so I'm very creative. Perhaps therein lies the problem.I didn't sit down to write this as some tragic confession. I started because I needed to understand—myself, what happened, why the constellations aren't where they should be anymore. The fluorescent lights in my apartment flicker like dying stars, and I can't tell if it's the building's faulty wiring or another crack spreading through reality.I used to believe the world could be saved if we just changed the heart of man. More than anything, I wa...
Submitted to Contest #297
What can I share about the place where time stood still? What can I reveal about the boy who would vanish at the stroke of midnight, with brown eyes that glowed hazel in the moonlight? What can I do with this wound that yearns to return to those days frozen in time? What can I do but slice open my heart and pour out these memories—too painful to recall, yet too important to forget? My hometown of Ahrbol was just a few thousand people short of being called a city. It shared all the characteristics of one though, with high housing density, dec...
Submitted to Contest #239
“Nothing Lasts Forever,” a book by Sidney Shoulder written in 1994. A relic of the past whose creator had long since turned to dust. It was Elaine’s favorite book though, so Ace had it printed for her 27th birthday. The year is 4060 and physical books were almost entirely obsolete. There are only digital libraries these days and the only way to get a physical copy is to order it to be printed. “Nothing Lasts forever,” the saying itself was outdated. For in this age of technological and medicinal enlightenment, there is no such thing as life ...
Submitted to Contest #237
"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy." Do you remember—the first words spoken between us? It was a rainy day after school. A friend and I were talking about the weather right before the steps, shielded from the rain. I could never understand how something so removed from the human condition can influence emotions. I argued that the idea that a phenomenon as common as rain showers can make one depressed is patently absurd. I was in the middle of that rant when you chimed in with that line....
Submitted to Contest #232
"In Svalbard, a cluster of islands between Norway and the North Pole, night time can last for two and a half months. Living there during that time must feel like you're in a different world." Elaine sits in the window alcove looking up at the sky. Wearing a sheer nightgown with almost the same material as the curtains, she looks pellucid in the light of the full moon; as if she may very well disappear. She closes her eyes, basks in the moonlight, and she's gone. She's as far away as the stars. Ace slips from the bed and comes to sit across f...
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