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Weekly Contest #373
I didn’t miss the bus. The bus wasn’t late. I decided to walk instead when the bus stopped by. But I wasn’t going to be late. The bus went by. The sun. The birds. The green leaves in the trees. This is what I need. The next step after this one. The minor sweat and slight of breath. I need this. Walking is a sequence of steps from where I am to where I will go next. Green was the grass of the park. It was on the other side of the road. Or was I walking through the park instead? I could be if I wanted to. Do I want it? Yes I do! Did I cross th...
Weekly Contest #371
This story contains mild references to mental health problems, suicide, substance abuse and domestic violence. Fourth night of hiding away from my life at this gas station. Tomorrow it is a change of venue. The sizzle and uneven cogging sound of the hot-dog rollers and the absolute disharmony of the fridge compressors crushes souls here. The tables to sit on are a fucking stage for the headlights of cars seeking for temporary fulfillment just to become almost empty again. My vision was abused by one of those halogen monsters again. Eyes adj...
Weekly Contest #370
She answered the phone. “How is life?”, he started. “Same old. Best friend drowning to the toxic puddle with her new boyfriend, deaf to anyone suggesting she heal before she bleeds again. Sister is still bumming money to sustain her habit. Brother cut me off, convinced I am the poison, instead of our dead beat mother. Besides that, I am fucking great!” “Haha, sounds like you are doing alright!” “Yeah, like I said last week, I should have chosen the lifeline where I lived in your city instead!” “Yeah… sorry.” He continued, “Listen, I read a ...
Weekly Contest #369
Pushing through heavy Monday rain, seeking refuge at the local bar. As if loneliness was better at the bar. Choosing minced meat loneliness over spam of home solitude. Sit and think. Alone. Or that was the plan. Entering the red and dimly lit room immediately tells you that loneliness here is of a higher grade of quality. It will be a more fun, less anxious kind of loneliness. Bartender knows me by name now, as if that is some kind of cure for loneliness. She is really nice though, a young girl, gives me discount for drinks. I don’t know why...
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