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Submitted to Contest #292
Clara was thirty-five when she inherited the crumbling countryside estate of Château des Ombres, a legacy from a great-aunt she barely remembered. The news arrived like an omen, slicing through the fog of her post-heartbreak haze, offering an escape from the echoes of a life she no longer wished to inhabit. The estate was a relic of another time, its walls cloaked in dust and draped with faded, peeling wallpapers. But amid the fading grandeur, one thing stood out: a painting in the dining room, unnervingly lifelike, depicting a woman in 17...
Submitted to Contest #291
If you ever want to know how rich someone is, count how many choices they have. The truly wealthy don’t even notice the choices laid before them. They don’t weigh each decision like a stone in their palm, wondering if it will sink or float. They simply move, light as air, from one possibility to the next. I never had that luxury. There was only one school my family could afford. One neighborhood where we could scrape by. One fragile version of a life, stitched together with whatever scraps of stability my parents could salvage. Then the wa...
Submitted to Contest #289
Subject: URGENT: Assistance Required – Your Immediate Attention Needed Dear Beloved Friend, I am Prince Olumide Okonjo, the last surviving son of His Royal Majesty, King Adewale Okonjo III, the former ruler of the Great Kingdom of Lagos, Nigeria. I am writing to you in the strictest confidence as I seek a trustworthy foreign partner to assist me in a most urgent and delicate matter. Before my father’s untimely passing, he entrusted me with access to a secret family fortune of $27.8 million USD, securely deposited in an offshore bank account ...
Submitted to Contest #288
There’s no right way to react when you find out you’ve been cheated on. But my body always knows before my mind does. I carry an unfortunate collection of memories of that kind. Once, I had to sprint to the bathroom and throw up after stumbling upon a sickening compilation of messages between my ex and several girls. This time, thirteen years later, the nausea returned, but not enough to send me running. My body had to be stronger after so much practice. I had lost count of how many times I'd been cheated on. Still, this one felt different. ...
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