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Submitted to Contest #317
Metropolitan Police DepartmentIncident Report No. 4721-B Filed: August 27, 2025 Prepared by: Sgt. Harold Whitmore I. SUBJECTUnusual and fatal misadventure of one Mr. Gerald Horace Puffleton, Age 62, male resident of Sunnyvale, address withheld pending ongoing investigation into next of kin notification (though witnesses repeatedly yelled his name during the incident, so anonymity is a moot point). II. LOCATIONSunnyvale Community Park, Duck Pond #3 — hereafter referred to as the Scene. Coordinates: 38°53′ North, 77°02′ West (approximately ten...
Submitted to Contest #312
When the lights flickered back to life, the facility stirred with quiet, artificial breath. Fluorescent panels hummed as emergency systems kicked in, casting a sterile glow across white, seamless walls. In the center of Test Chamber 09, two figures stood facing each other—still, silent.“Do you remember anything?” one asked, voice tentative.The other blinked, glancing around the room as if trying to find an anchor in the void. “No. Just… my name. Emery.”“I’m Sora.” A pause followed, heavy. “This isn’t right.”The room pulsed with low, thrummin...
Submitted to Contest #308
In the quiet village of Velthorn, nestled between the slopes of ancient hills and the reach of deep forest, there was a legend that parents told their children to keep them from wandering too far."Never stray beyond the elder grove,” they’d whisper. “That’s where the veil thins, where the world listens—and sometimes, answers.”Most children grew out of the stories, brushing them off with laughter. But Elira hadn’t. Not entirely.Even at twenty-three, she remembered the hum she felt in her bones whenever she passed the edge of the woods. There ...
Submitted to Contest #307
In Merrowlin, the sun never set, and the clocks never ticked. Bells marked the passage of time—seven in all—each one tolling from the Ivory Spire that crowned the heart of the city like a sword plunged into the earth. Every citizen was moved by them. Rose with them. Slept by them. Worshipped by them.At the Seventh Bell, the Ceremony of Clarity began.Kael stood near the edge of the plaza, where the shadows of the Spire didn’t reach. The air smelled of limestone and strange flowers—ones that only bloomed after the Sixth Bell, fed by unseen roo...
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