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Submitted to Contest #308
The dock was older now, the wood grayer and soft in places where it had taken in years of sun and rain. It still groaned the same way underfoot, though, like it remembered every barefoot step, every summer night jump into the lake. Emma sat at the edge, feet dangling over the side, the cool water lapping gently against her toes. She hadn’t been back here in fourteen years. The cabin behind her, nestled between two white pines, stood mostly unchanged. The screen door still squealed on its hinges, the porch swing still leaned slightly to the l...
Submitted to Contest #307
*Content warning: Contains themes of psychological disintegration, mild body horror, and surreal depictions of memory loss and identity collapse.* I. A Letter Arrives The envelope bore no return address—only a name rendered in sepia ink, as if scorched into the vellum: Thalia Weaver. The paper exhaled a scent of old libraries and damp stone. She hadn’t thought of the Lyceum in a decade. Not since the breakdown. Not since her therapist told her dreams of mirrored staircases and lectures in extinct tongues were “displaced academic stress.” She...
Trigger Warning: Contains Suicide or Self Harm And Substance Abuse --- Talia had always been a lucid dreamer. From the age of seven, she could will her dreams into castles and creatures, storms and safaris, reshaping her unconscious world like clay. Her parents called it a gift. Her therapist called it a defense mechanism. Talia called it freedom. But even she wasn't prepared for the dream that started on the night of her twenty-ninth birthday. It began with a train. Not the clunky, familiar kind that ran from her city’s downtown station, bu...
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