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The Last Game
I wrote this for my first attempt participating in a writing battle. I've tweaked and enhanced it slightly after recieving judge's feedback, but here it is:
By Steph Marieabout a year ago in Fiction
The Blind Donkey
The room was thick with smoke, the air heavy with tobacco and burnt wood. At the head of the long, polished table sat Lord Nikolaus Waldemar, a bloated figure whose belly hung over his belt. His sweaty hands rested on the crucifix before him, the silver edges gleaming in the dim light. A hollow symbol he clung to, justifying the rivers of blood that flowed beneath the empire he ruled. The cross had become his excuse for the atrocities he committed.
By Fai Mainabout a year ago in Fiction
Memory Code
On the day that would change her life forever, Maya’s hands trembled as she extracted a memory from a client’s mind, only to watch it dissolve into a nightmare. The serene beach sunset morphed into a chaotic storm, echoing the turmoil that lay ahead.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Revisiting "Home Alone"
It was Christmas Eve in the McCallister house, and the air was thick with holiday chaos. Kevin McCallister, an 8-year-old with a sharp wit and a mischievous streak, found himself in the middle of the typical whirlwind. Family members were shouting across the house, running around in a panic, all trying to prepare for their trip to Paris the next day. It was the time of year when everyone’s Christmas spirit was tested by last-minute packing, gift wrapping, and a dinner that never seemed to be served on time. (Cue the “Why is this happening to me?!” look)
By LatestWriterabout a year ago in Fiction
Hidden Magical World
Cities are bustling hubs of life, constantly evolving with technology, commerce, and the flow of people. However, beneath the streets, hidden away from the eyes of the average citizen, lies a world brimming with magic, mystery, and untold secrets. This hidden magical world, untouched by modern progress and concealed under layers of history and architecture, exists in parallel to the ordinary city we know.
By Pain about a year ago in Fiction
The Eternal Bond
The island of Lunaris had healed, its tranquility restored after the sacrifices and battles fought in its name. The jungle hummed with life, its vibrant foliage alive with the songs of birds and rustling leaves. Yet, for Kade and Cole, life back on the mainland felt incomplete. The memories of their journey haunted their dreams, and the bond they’d formed with Aria lingered like a faint melody in the back of their minds.
By Gaurav Guptaabout a year ago in Fiction
Blood on My Teeth. Content Warning.
If I die, no one will notice I’ve gone missing and I’m pretty sure I’m bleeding out. My hand is slick with blood and everything everywhere throbs and aches. The metallic stench of iron fills the air. I can’t tell if I’m nauseous or bleeding internally. Probably both. Flying to Oregon on a whim was a bad idea. All because I can’t bother to think things through. You would think someone closer to her forties than thirties would outgrow instability. It’s like I crave chaos. Attract it even. I came here because I was lonely. Because friends are hard to come by. Because she asked me to.
By Kaneene Pinedaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Orchid | Chapter One
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Blood seeped from the soil beneath the roots of our trees. The sky blackened during the brightest hours of the day, and the people of the realm collapsed into a delusional state of desolation.
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
Black Friday
There’s something deeply unsettling about Fridays that fall on the 13th of the month. And no, I’m not talking about that fleeting moment of dread when you realize payday is still a week away. I mean the real chill, the one that creeps into your bones, triggered by whispers of bad luck and ancient curses. Black Friday—no, not the shopping frenzy kind—is a day steeped in superstition, a cauldron of dark myths and strange tales.
By Billys Zafeiridis about a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of Dow Hill
The mist rolled over the sleepy town of Kurseong, curling around the narrow paths of Dow Hill like ghostly fingers. The pine forests that encircled the hill whispered secrets to the wind, their shadows stretching like dark tendrils across the ground. Locals spoke in hushed tones about the hauntings of Dow Hill, a place where the living and the dead shared uneasy company.
By Pritamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Curse of Bhangarh Fort
On a moonless night in Rajasthan, a chilling wind swept through the ruins of Bhangarh Fort, carrying whispers of an ancient curse. The crumbling walls, steeped in eerie silence, stood as a haunting reminder of a once-thriving kingdom brought to ruin by greed, lust, and black magic.
By Pritamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Vanishing Thread
The fog rolled in thick, draping the small coastal town of Blackwater in an eerie shroud. The air was laced with a salty chill, and the faint hum of waves against jagged rocks echoed in the distance. Detective Clara Reeves stood on the pier, staring at the letter in her hand. It was scrawled in a hurried script, smudged as if written in desperation.
By Pritamabout a year ago in Fiction