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Submitted to Contest #308
The corn maze stretched endlessly under the blood-orange moon, its stalks whispering secrets that Sarah wished she couldn't almost understand.She checked her phone for the dozenth time, still no signal. The Harvest Moon Festival had seemed like such a charming idea when Jake suggested it. A quaint small-town celebration, complete with pumpkin carving, apple cider, and what the flyers had promised was "the most challenging corn maze in three counties." What they hadn't mentioned was that the maze seemed to rearrange itself when no one was loo...
Submitted to Contest #307
Maya had always found the university library's basement level oddly comforting. While other graduate students complained about the musty smell and flickering fluorescent lights, she appreciated the silence that settled between the towering stacks like dust on forgotten books. It was here, in the archaeology section's most neglected corner, that she did her best thinking.She was researching trade routes in ancient Mesopotamia when her pen rolled off the cramped study table and disappeared into the gap between two metal shelving units. Sighing...
Dr. Helena Voss had administered the Medical Ethics final exam seventeen times in her career, but she'd never seen a question like number fifteen before.She stood at the front of the lecture hall, watching her students hunched over their blue books, pens scratching against paper with the desperate intensity of people whose futures hung in the balance. The familiar sounds of academic stress filled the room—suppressed coughs, shifting chairs, the occasional frustrated sigh.Helena walked slowly between the rows, her heels clicking against the l...
Amelia had never forgotten the dream.Every night, from the time she was seven, the nightmare played out the same way: the red door at the end of a long, dark hallway. No matter how hard she tried, she never reached it. Something behind it, something wrong, always kept her from getting closer. And always, without fail, the moment she touched the doorknob, she would wake up with a jolt, heart racing, her mind scrambled with panic.Even as an adult, the image of that door haunted her.Now, standing in the middle of her new living room, she couldn...
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