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Submitted to Contest #291
Dr. Ethan Caldwell prided himself on his ability to understand the human mind. With over two decades as a psychiatrist, he believed he'd encountered every conceivable manifestation of mental distress. That belief was challenged the day Daniel Grayson walked into his office. Daniel's appearance was unsettling: gaunt frame, sunken eyes, and an enigmatic smile that hinted at secrets best left undiscovered. His attire—a worn, outdated suit—seemed a relic from another era. "I've been waiting for this appointment for a long time," Daniel began, hi...
Amelia had always loved the quiet hum of The Ivy & Ink, the tiny bookshop café nestled between two towering buildings in the heart of the city. It was a place of well-worn pages and the rich scent of coffee, a refuge from the hurried world outside. Every morning before work, she would slip into her favorite corner by the window, order a vanilla latte, and immerse herself in a book, savoring the solitude before the day’s demands took hold.One crisp autumn morning, as golden leaves twirled outside the fogged-up window, she found her routin...
Jack Mercer never stopped for strays. Life had taught him not to. A former private investigator turned small-town mechanic, he had seen the worst humanity had to offer—betrayal, cruelty, blood spilled over things that never mattered. He had buried his past deep, trading high-speed chases and shootouts for oil changes and carburetor repairs. Simple. Predictable. Safe.But that night, as he sped down the deserted backroads of Blackwood County, something made him slam on the brakes.A dog—ragged, skeletal, and soaked to the bone—stood dead center...
The sound of distant waves crashing against the shore whispered through the open window of the high-end resort’s grand ballroom. Chandeliers cast a golden glow over the polished marble floors, and the murmur of conversation filled the space, punctuated by the occasional clink of champagne flutes. Evelyn Sinclair, once the devoted fiancée of Adrian Blackwood before betrayal shattered her world, pressed her palms against the cold porcelain sink in the lavish restroom, her reflection staring back from an ornate mirror. Smudged mascara. A torn s...
The radio crackled, a thin whisper against the oppressive silence of space. Captain Elias Vance sat motionless in his seat, eyes locked on the blinking red light of the distress beacon. It pulsed like a heartbeat—steady, insistent—somewhere in the void ahead."Unidentified vessel, this is Captain Vance of the Orion's Wake. Do you read me?"No response.The beacon had been transmitting for nearly an hour, yet no ship appeared on the scanner. Just an empty patch of black, speckled with distant, indifferent stars. It made no sense."Captain, I don'...
Lena had always believed her father, Robert, was an only child. It was a truth as certain as the sun rising in the east, a fact passed down in casual conversations and family anecdotes. “It was just me and your grandfather,” Robert would say with a wistful smile. “We had each other, and that was enough.”Lena had never questioned it. Why would she? The walls of her childhood home were lined with photographs of her father and grandfather, their smiles frozen in time. No mysterious figures lingered in the background. No whispered secrets floate...
A gentle breeze brushed against Elena’s skin as she stood at the edge of the forest, the whisper of the wind curling around her like unseen fingers. It carried the scent of damp earth and pine, but beneath it, something else lingered—a trace of something ancient, something otherworldly. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, feeling the air stir the strands of her hair. This was the place. She could feel it.Legends spoke of the Veil, a hidden seam between the world of the living and the realm of spirits, a place where the two touched and in...
The sky was a boundless ocean of blue, stretching far beyond what the eye could capture. Golden sunlight spilled through the cracks between branches, dappling the ground in shifting patterns that swayed like waves. Wisps of white clouds drifted lazily overhead, shaped by the soft hands of the wind. A warm breeze wove through the trees, rustling the leaves in a chorus of soft whispers. Birds soared high above, their calls carried effortlessly on the wind. The air smelled crisp, tinged with the freshness of morning dew and the distant sweetnes...
Sophia stood in the rain, motionless as the world rushed past her. Water seeped through the fabric of her coat, chilling her skin, but she barely felt it. Her pulse was louder than the patter of raindrops against the pavement, louder than the distant horns of impatient drivers, louder than the city itself.Her fingers clutched the strap of her bag, white-knuckled. Inside, the letter sat folded and pristine, though its words had already burned themselves into her mind. A single page, yet impossibly heavy, pressing down on her chest like a ston...
The storm had no mercy. It wasn’t just the rain or the wind or the way the sea seemed to rise like a living thing, as though it was conspiring against them. It was the suffocating sense of something ancient, something vast, that pressed in on all sides—like the storm was more than just nature’s fury. It was as if the very sky, the ocean, and the howling wind had conspired to entrap them in a world of their own, one that existed outside the rules of time and space.The Azure Horizon pitched and rolled violently as Captain Elias Thorn fought to...
The sky over Evermere had never known the frost. A soft golden glow stretched endlessly, casting a perpetual warmth over the verdant world below. Here, the flowers never withered, their petals forever caught in a slow, mesmerizing dance upon the breeze. The rivers shimmered like liquid glass, their waters rich with the scent of nectar, and the wind whispered secrets through the blossoming trees in a voice older than time itself. Birds with iridescent plumage flitted between the boughs, their melodies weaving seamlessly into the hum of life t...
Lena had never quite figured out how to stop the noise in her mind. It was a constant hum, a low buzz that seemed to vibrate behind her eyes, the way an old fluorescent light flickered in a room long after the switch was turned off. Sometimes it felt like a swarm of bees, trapped in her skull, their wings beating relentlessly against her temples. The sensation wasn’t just metaphorical—she could feel it, the way her head throbbed, pulsing with the force of thoughts she couldn’t control. Each thought was a sharp, insistent sting, a reminder of...
The golden glow of the late afternoon sun slipped through the small, paned windows of Kacsakő Bisztró, casting soft shadows across the tables. The warm, rustic interior felt like a cozy embrace. The low hum of conversation mixed with the soft clinking of glasses and the gentle tapping of silverware on porcelain. The bistro’s scent was intoxicating—the smoky fragrance of roasted duck mingled with earthy notes of paprika, garlic, and fresh herbs. Anna’s stomach rumbled in response, but it was the comfort of the familiar that warmed her heart.S...
The kettle whistled shrilly, but Sarah didn’t move. Her hands were braced against the countertop, fingers digging into the cold granite as if anchoring herself there would keep her from exploding. She stared out the window at the frozen garden, the once vibrant flower beds now buried under a thick blanket of snow. Her reflection in the glass was a shadowed outline, her furrowed brow and clenched jaw blurring into the wintry backdrop.“Sarah?” her husband Ethan called from the living room. “The kettle’s going!”She squeezed her eyes shut, the s...
The first warm breeze of the season always drifted through the coastal town of Harborview with a salty tang, but to Claudia, it felt like a reminder of what she was missing. She stood on her porch, the coffee in her hands long gone cold, and stared at the narrow path leading to the beach. For the fifth day in a row, she’d failed to walk down it. The idea of facing the crashing waves and the sound of children playing on the shore was exhausting. She’d let the dunes grow wild around her home, let the sea breeze erode the paint on the porch rai...
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