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Submitted to Contest #306
3rd June 2025 — NinaFirst day here. The journey took over 10 hours, mum made us set off at 7am this morning, apparently so we could get settled and unpacked a bit before dinner. After battling miles of traffic though, the thought of unpacking is nauseating to say the least.This house smells like an odd mix of tobacco and lavender. Mum says it’s “vintage,” which is her way of romanticising the fact that there’s damp in the bathroom and mice in the loft. Dad’s already made friends with the local DIY shop bloke.I didn’t see anyone my age on our...
Submitted to Contest #303
Okay, so waking up on a train platform in the middle of the night isn’t ideal, but I’ve certainly ended up in stranger places, that’s for sure… There’s no one else around; just me, a suspiciously clean looking bench, and a vintage-looking train that seems to be posing for a postcard. No pigeons, no PA system screeching unintelligible announcements while everyone runs around like headless chickens trying to get to their train, and certainly no explanation for why my last memory was eating cold two-day old Hawaiian pizza in front of a half-cha...
Submitted to Contest #302
I took a deep breath and stepped into the lobby of Reeview, a government facility sat at the centre of the city, it was a place so sterile it felt like a hospital rather than a modern office building. The air smelled faintly like a fruity air freshener mixed with old cigarette smoke. There were no windows except for the main entrance door. No furniture or decoration at all, just a low small reception desk and constant hum from overhead lights. I tried to steady my breathing before continuing on. This wasn’t like any assignment I’d taken befo...
Submitted to Contest #301
The first time Sara saw the mirror, it was nestled among the peddler’s other wares in the cart, it seemed far too fine for its surroundings, gleaming like a secret.The mage behind the cart didn’t look like much. A hunched woman in a patched cloak, her hair black hair straggling down her back and eyes so dark they seemed empty and endless. In her cart she had charms that whispered, vials that glowed, and trinkets that pulsed with magic. But it was the mirror that called to Sara.She wasn’t sure why she stopped. She’d been late to her shift at ...
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