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Submitted to Contest #291
According to Marcel, someone died in this cabin forty years ago, so naturally they simply must check it out on a dreary Thursday night. I slapped my fading flashlight, with no hope as it sputtered us into reliance on the setting sun. A sigh spills from my throat. "When did you last check these batteries?" I question. Marcel gives a carefree laugh, "Couldn't tell ya," he runs up ahead seemingly unperturbed by their sudden darkness. He seemed to know where he was going, though whether this was because he actually knew the layout or because he...
Submitted to Contest #210
There was a study done in the mid 2000s that reported the average person apologizes around 3,000 times a year. I was ten when the data was gathered so my input wasn't included, but I know it would have drastically skewed the results. Even then it felt like my life was a cluster of "I'm sorry" and "Forgive me" with a person somewhere in the middle. As if my existence was such an inconceivable mistake I had to constantly atone for. But you probably want to hear about the aliens, don't you? It's honestly pretty boring. They invaded twenty...
I am not supposed to be here. At least I think I’m not. It’s hard to tell sometimes what it is I am and am not supposed to do. I have been wandering, for how long I cannot say, but it must have been a while. It’s not like my feet ache or that I feel exhausted, but I can feel the time around me shifting. It’s odd because night never comes, just gentle light resting upon my body and around the vast empty land that surrounds me. I am not supposed to be here, or is it that I don’t want to be here? From the distance I can see an archway, f...
Submitted to Contest #66
“It doesn’t count if you are already planning your defeat," Cerlix says to him before pushing him through the portal. The words ring in his head as he treks his way through the dark woods, making sure to step over splintered branches and overgrown tree roots. It’s the only words he’s clung to since arriving in his destination. He takes deep breaths trying to center himself. He unconsciously touches the metal wrapped around his throat in a cold embrace. It was a faded blue, that akin to the color of dead lips, littered with so...
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