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Submitted to Contest #268
TRIGGER WARNING: This story centers on the death of a character secondary to a hit-and-run accident.Marcus stared at the crumpled newspaper clipping in his trembling hand. Even after five years, the words still burned:"Local Teen Killed in Hit-and-Run"He swallowed hard, his throat constricting around the lump of guilt that never seemed to go away. The faces of Sarah Thompson's parents flashed in his mind - their anguished cries at the funeral, their pleas on the local news for the driver to come forward. But he never did.Instead, he ran...
Submitted to Contest #267
Sarah had always prided herself on being invisible. In her thirty-two years of life, she'd perfected the art of blending into the background, of being the person nobody quite remembered was in the room. It wasn't that she was particularly plain or unremarkable – she simply had a knack for making herself unnoticed. This talent had served her well in her job as a night custodian at Meridian Industries. For the past five years, she'd silently cleaned the offices of the tech giant's headquarters, privy to the detritus of corporate life but never...
Emma adjusted her camera, framing the dilapidated barn against the setting sun. The golden hour cast long shadows across the overgrown field, creating the perfect ambiance for her rural decay photo series. As she clicked the shutter, a twig snapped behind her. She whirled around, heart racing. A man stood at the edge of the clearing, hands raised placatingly. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," he said, offering a disarming smile. "I'm Jake. I own this property." Emma lowered her camera, embarrassment replacing fear. "Oh! I'm so sorry. I sh...
The dry Parisian air whipped through Rafael Nadal's hair as he marched onto the sun-baked Court Philippe Chatrier. A familiar metallic taste coated his mouth - the mixture of nervous anticipation and sheer determination he felt before every big match. But this was far more than just any match. It was the 2024 French Open semifinals, and on the other side of the locker room tunnel, his greatest rival was preparing to join him. Roger Federer emerged with his trademark effortless grace, raising a nonchalant hand to the roaring Parisian crowd. I...
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