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Weekly Contest #341
The days that followed were gray and formless, a blur of empty rooms and muted sounds. He moved through his life like a phantom, the painful act of letting go having hollowed him out. The house felt cavernous, the silence no longer a canvas for memory but a void of pure absence. He had torn down the shrine, only to find himself standing in the ruins, with no idea how to build anything new. The coffee ritual was gone, but nothing had come to take its place. Mornings were just mornings now, bleak and purposeless.He drifted. He’d find himself s...
Weekly Contest #340
The voicemail was only 12 seconds long. That was it. Years of my life collapsed into twelve seconds, compressed until it barely fit inside a glowing rectangle I kept charging like it was something alive. My phone warned me that my storage space was low. It suggested I delete something. Old photos. Unused apps. Large files. It did not know it was asking me to erase the last proof that love had ever spoken my name. I stared at the notification for a long time. My thumb hovered, shaking, as if the phone might feel my hesitation and spare me. Sp...
Weekly Contest #333
The glass is empty when I notice it, which feels important only because everything else in the room is not. The bottle is still half-full, tipped on its side like it got tired of standing upright for me. The table is sticky, my fingers too. There’s a plate with the ghost of food on it, but it’s the glass that bothers me most. Empty like I did this already and will do it again. But I can't.I remember being told I was a child while being handed responsibilities that felt heavier than my body could carry. Watch your sibling. Don’t embarrass me....
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