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Lily SW

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Outward Eyes

Lily SW

Submitted to Contest #119

Trigger Warning-Mental HealthClinging to the metal bars, Mars is enjoying his stay in prison; clearly, an insane man the officers in the precinct are eager to avoid him and his little games.“Ooh, toss a biscuit to this poor soul, would you?” He grins unnervingly, drawing his lips wide, exposing his yellowing whites. He spits a little bit when his request is ignored, still smiling in overexposed hubris like Boxer.Catrin, a novice detective dares to glance at him, an action Mars thoroughly enjoys, his nose flaring in self-indulgent glee as he ...

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Cosmic doppelgangers'.

Lily SW

Submitted to Contest #113

The night is warm. Endless stars hang over my head like a thick curtain, almost close enough to touch. I slip a hand off the steering wheel to feel the curtails of wind wrap around my fingers. The sensation is so fragile and clean. The road empty, I speed up, the fragmented embers growing around my arm. And I suffer sad reluctance when the growing lines of city buildings come to view. On entering the city, a breakdown of rain falls onto my car, drumming on its shell. The city's fluorescent glare drowns out the natural skylight, creat...

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Glass House

Lily SW

Submitted to Contest #112

Light spills from the doorway gaps, the precise cuts eating away the hallway darkness. Battered remnants of tableware sprinkle the floor, some shards catching the dribbling tapestry.Prince Isaac's ire targets the most breakable things, many irreplaceable and valuable. A non-issue for a man as wealthy as he. It has become a more consistent hobby lately; the problems of the family business. His unrelenting hubris makes it hard for him to adapt. Despite his age, his mind does not match, especially for a man born to be king.***Monday Morning, Al...

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Unlikely Lives.

Lily SW

Submitted to Contest #103

The icy wind wraps tightly around my body, gnawing at my open wound, crawling inwards inside me. I (try to) stagger discreetly from the hidden alleyway into the metropolitan of Moscow. Lucky that the people of Moscow take no notice of a severe-looking face.5 minutes. I can last 5 more minutes.But the pain is beginning to ebb me into a swallowing abyss. Slowly getting stronger and stronger. At last, the monochrome grey block of flats greets me. My certitude slightly stagnating at the ascending stairs. Red door. Red door. I...

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Curiosity Almost Killed The Cat

Lily SW

Submitted to Contest #102

Walking in the dark is scary. I don't like how the entity distorts your place. And how the encompassing sounds wash out by my heartbeat. It's disconcerting. To know how small I am in the grand scheme of things. How lost I can be but how natural it can feel too. But there's this feeling of being watched that makes me feel like prey, like a shining fish circled by vultures. I walk faster, feel the ground harden beneath my step, and the wind sharpens. The cutting air is refreshing; it invigorates me to carry on, that it's working. I don't actua...

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Faultline

Lily SW

Submitted to Contest #101

Chaos is the most natural form of existence, we both birth and die within it. It’s a defining part of humanity, and how nothing can become something in an instant. I was born in literal chaos, on an adrift ferry unshackled from its course by a storm. My mother loves to tell the story. Of the minute peace, she felt once she had heard my cry. And she loves to tell me how much it’s hurting her that I’m a detective, that I’m begging to get shot and killed in a drug investigation or something else just as dangerous. No matter what I say it doesn’...

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