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Submitted to Contest #307
The air in her London flat tasted of ash and stale dreams, and Alice awoke feeling as dead as the paint on her peeling walls, yearning for anything to prove she was truly alive. She wasn’t looking for a secret society, or forgotten gods, or anything remotely sinister. She was just looking for a painting. More than that, she was looking for a spark, a flicker of inspiration to reignite the dwindling flame of her artistic spirit. Her tiny Southwark flat, perpetually shadowed by the gleaming Shard, felt smaller and tighter each day, squeezing t...
Submitted to Contest #304
Awakening. It began not with the gentle hum of twilight, but with a jarring disruption to the ancient quiet of the Richmond cottage, a sharp, insistent rap echoing from the surprisingly sturdy oak front door.Greg Strigoi, the cottage's sole, nocturnal inhabitant, stirred. His awakening was usually a slow, deliberate affair, but this was different. This was a deliberate, human knock, insistent and desperate. A flicker of panic, a sensation he rarely felt, tightened his chest. Visitors were… unheard of. Undesirable. Dangerous.He rose silently ...
Submitted to Contest #300
Eldermoor was a village cradled in the embrace of time, its cobblestone streets glistening like polished bone under the mist that rolled down from the Blackspire Mountains. The peaks, jagged as the teeth of some ancient beast, loomed over the valley, their slopes cloaked in dense firs that whispered in the wind, their needles carpeting the earth in a soft, fragrant decay. Cottages of weathered stone and timber huddled together, their roofs blanketed with ivy that shimmered with dew in the dawn light, while chimneys puffed woodsmoke that curl...
Submitted to Contest #299
The gentle caress of morning sunlight filtered through the flowery curtains, casting a warm glow across Lily's bedroom floor. It danced playfully on the worn wooden boards, creating little sunlit puddles that beckoned the world to be not only seen but felt anew. ‘Oh, look! An ocean of light!’ Lily announced to her room, her voice bouncing with excitement. Every shadow whispered tales of grand empires, and every fleeting beam invited a new adventure. Sir Pawsalot, her brave lion with an ever-fluffed mane, seemed to nod in agreement from his r...
Submitted to Contest #3
I never thought I’d see my home again after the incident. I’ve been away for almost two years—running, screaming, and fighting. There is probably nothing left there. Nothing. Nothing at all. Even the word nothing carries no emotional charge. No worry or regret … it is what it is, and we all have to do deal with it. Well, everyone who is still alive has to do deal with it. The underground tube barely makes it to a halt, screeching and scraping to the platform.‘We’re here,’ I shout, pushing myself up from a tube seat and brushing off dust … or...
Submitted to Contest #1
Today is chaos. Planning a child’s birthday is harder than flying a man to the moon, in my opinion. So much can go wrong and probably will, but as a mother, I will try and pull off a great birthday party. Being a single parent, working full time, and raising a child has its difficulties, and today is one of them. Today is the only day I’ve had to prepare, which is horrible because my daughter’s birthday is tomorrow. Tomorrow! The first thing is buying all the necessary supplies from the shops. I park my car at the Westfield parking lot in ...
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