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Submitted to Contest #264
I had never looked at the ceiling of the subway before.Is it even called a ceiling? Or does it have a completely different name? It’s gray. There is an air vent almost in the middle of it, just slightly off-center. The grab handles dangle lazily from the ceiling panels. The ceiling of the subway is utterly uninteresting, and the plastic benches are uncomfortable. Hard under my spine, unpleasantly charging my hair with electricity. Whenever I decide to get up, it will start to float as if it’s been rubbed with a balloon. Nobody...
Submitted to Contest #247
Sensitive content warning: Implied cannibalism.Day One. 1:30pm.This is the journal of Dr. Vaughn. It is currently 1:30 in the afternoon, and the sky is still bright. I am documenting this in the thirty-seventh calendar week. My mission is simple: Cross what remains of the city, and enter the legendary caves of Hillslem. I shall be the first to do so. No man has ever dared to even come near the caves. In them is said to be treasure, destined to be found by the one who is willing to risk it all. I am. Ever since the city fell, there is nothing...
Submitted to Contest #231
I never thought I’d ever be okay.Day after day, week after week, year after year – it was always the same. Ever since I turned 14 and my heart was shattered into a million pieces for the first time, it had always been the same.Wake up, make it through the day without a mental breakdown, go to bed.Don’t cry. Don’t make Mom worry. Don’t show what you feel.I hadn’t been the same since. Everything about me had changed, I had transformed; from a bubbly, young girl, into a teenager who had to grow up too fast, into an adult who never quite got the...
Submitted to Contest #230
And there it was.Life, crumbling around us, going up in flames, devouring us. Burning our lungs with smoke, it must have not only been the material things around us that were filling the air with a vibrant, pungent smell, but the fire within us, one that may have never burnt as brightly as I had prayed for it to.For a moment I had allowed myself to believe that it would have been fine in the end, that we could’ve prevailed. Just for a moment, I had made it seem possible to myself that we weren’t doomed to die. Not like this, not ever.But as ...
Submitted to Contest #227
Sensitive themes warning: Contains description of death and self-injury.Fighting to keep going, the snow crunches under her bare feet, sending icy shivers down her spine, but she barely takes note of it. The footprints she leaves behind turn visibly red, slowly dragging on proof of what she had done. She is wearing a white satin dress, sticking to her skin like an unwanted embrace she can’t escape. It’s wet, and the freezing air turns her breath into fleeting clouds, escaping from her blue-tinted lips, and her toes are icicles threatening to...
Shortlisted for Contest #218 ⭐️
It was awfully quiet. Too quiet for her comfort, the room had never felt this silent before. The only sound she could hear were the raindrops leaving an intricate pattern on the foggy windows.She flicked the light switch, but nothing happened. Flicked it again, and one more time for good measure, but the bulb stayed cold. She let out her breath in a short, sorrowful sigh, releasing every emotion she didn’t know she felt, emotions that kept her mind captive, like cold, dead fingers squeezing and clinging onto her heart.The room was rathe...
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