life and death
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This was my first round entry in the NYC Midnight Scary Story Contest 2026. It placed second in Round 1. My prompts were a wedding, a flutist, and floating. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! *** A plea spoken into the void becomes a refuge in the darkness. A…
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I dreamed of far-off Waverley where golden tree leaves sway. I walked along her silver streets where snow white pebbles lay. I heard a cold clear river run across a verdant field. The gentle sun washed over me, its sweet caress my shield. And all around blue butterflies encircled flowers sweet. But then my eyes…
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Silent, at the river stands a man, watching, eyes cast down to the rushing water. Hours pass, and he waits hands clasped in lonely supplication. As the sun sets he turns his gaze slowly upward and the sky darkens. The breeze settles and the treetops bow almost imperceptibly. One leaf falls as a teardrop in…