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Submitted to Contest #307
Elenora Laughley first stumbled upon the Archives through a flippant remark, a half-whispered jest between two professors clinking glasses at the Wex Lit College holiday party. The air was thick with mulled wine and academic posturing, and Nora, a second-year grad student, hovered on the fringes, her glass of cheap Merlot untouched. She studied 19th-century political literature, her focus on censored tracts—texts deemed too incendiary to survive their era. It was niche, obsessive work, and it suited her. No one had ever connected her researc...
Submitted to Contest #306
The Breach Entry #1: June 1, 2025 Location: Somewhere in the Nevada Desert The sky bled red tonight, like God Himself had torn open a vein. I'm crouched in the ruins of an old gas station, the air thick with dust and something......heavier. Evil, maybe. My hands are still shaking from the fight. There were three of them – those shadow-things with eyes like oil slicks – came for me at dusk. I drove my blade through one, whispered the old words, and it screamed like a soul being ripped asunder. The other two fled. For now. I am not crazy. I...
Submitted to Contest #305
The Bench Martin returned to the old wooden bench at the edge of Rosewood Garden, just as he had every morning since Margaret passed. It wasn't just a place to sit, it their place. They had discovered in their twenties, newlyweds with more love than money. The first time they stumbled upon it, the bench was half-hidden beneath a canopy of golden maple leaves. Margaret called it their “thinking spot”. Over the decades, it became their private tradition: anniversaries, birthday, even quiet Tuesday nights if life was wei...
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