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Submitted to Contest #275
The black cat slinked ahead of me, its emerald eyes piercing through the twilight. Cobblestones glistened underfoot, slick from an earlier rain, and the narrow alleyways of the old town twisted like a maze woven from shadows and whispers. The scent of damp stone mingled with the sweet decay of fallen leaves, wrapping around me like a cloak. The cat glanced back, a silent invitation—or perhaps a dare—and slipped into the yawning doorway of a dilapidated church. Vines strangled the stone walls, their tendrils creeping into every crack, as if n...
The twilight air clung heavy with mist as the black cat slinked ahead, its emerald eyes glinting with a secret purpose. I trailed behind, the hem of my gown brushing against the damp cobblestones of the deserted alley. The labyrinthine streets of the old town twisted and turned, each corner revealing another shadowed passageway that seemed to fold in on itself. The cat paused, casting a backward glance that felt almost human, before slipping through the iron gates of a decaying church. Vines coiled around the weathered stone walls, and stain...
Submitted to Contest #273
Journal Entry: March 15 The rain had just begun to fall, a light drizzle that painted the city streets with a glossy sheen. I walked down the narrow alley, the distant hum of traffic muffled by the enclosing brick walls. My footsteps echoed softly, but they weren't the only ones. I sensed a presence behind me—a figure keeping pace, shadows melding with shadows. I glanced over my shoulder. A silhouette lingered at the edge of a flickering streetlamp's glow, features obscured by a hood pulled low. My heart quickened. Were they following me? In...
Submitted to Contest #272
I’ve been trapped in this mansion for what feels like an eternity, reliving the same memories over and over, my thoughts tangled in an endless web of guilt and regret. The creaks and groans of the old wooden floorboards are the only sounds that break the silence, the haunting echoes of a place forgotten by time. My eyes wander to the portrait on the wall, a dusty reminder of a life I once had. My family, their faces frozen in time—smiling, laughing, untouched by the darkness that now engulfs me. Their joy mocks me, a stark contrast to the ho...
Submitted to Contest #270
Winter's Revenge The morning light crept through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the worn wooden table where Emma and Ryan sat, their mugs of coffee steaming gently. The kitchen, with its cracked tiles and shelves cluttered with mismatched jars, was a familiar place for both of them, a sanctuary where countless conversations had unfolded. But today, the air felt different, as if something unsaid hung between them. Emma stirred her coffee absentmindedly, her eyes focused on a tattered, leather-bound cookbook in front of her. I...
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