Contest Category : Twisted Fate Essay Contest
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First Class Male

Clara looked out her window and gazed longingly at the twinkling stars above the bare trees in her yard. Sheets of wind swept the colorful leaves across the street in a rhythmic pattern to the rise and fall of her chest. Read the rest

“The circus is coming! The circus is coming!” Trinity screamed as she ran enthusiastically down the sidewalk after seeing the flyer for the traveling circus this Saturday and Sunday. Trinity knew that the circus meant she was going to be able to see her favorite thing in the world…clowns. Read the rest

“Michael, can I have my pen back?” the lady politely asked, her hand outstretched. Her pointed, polished nails blood-red against her pale skin.

The room paused. The air-con was cool in here and, if you really listened, you could hear it breathing through the hidden ceiling fans like some ethereal vent from another, cooler dimension. Read the rest

Dark Renaissance
By Greg Patrick
Year of Our Lord 1460

“I’m hunger. I’m thirst. Where I bite, I hold till I die, and even after death they must cut out my mouthful from my enemy’s body and bury it with me. Read the rest

The crimson blood drenched walls seemed to be breathing, almost gasping at the cruelty that they were witnessing. The stench of blood and urine was overwhelming, when she closed her eyes; his unforgiving voice resonated within her head. He lurked within the darkness behind her eyes. Read the rest

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To my dear Reverend,
I know your search for your missing daughter consumes you and your parish. Though I know this letter will not bring you any comfort, however it can at least end that search.

I have taken her with me and I will not be bringing her back. Read the rest

I think I should tell this story the way I remember experiencing it. I’m not a religious person, despite my fundamentalist upbringing. I fell away from the faith long ago, but I believe in evil. You can’t understand a person till you’ve walked a mile in their shoes. Read the rest

53 Votes