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Weekly Contest #298
Reinvention is difficult, happiness is harder.That’s the trick of the gods. They made the one thing we want the most — the most difficult. Maybe AI will figure it out.Unlikely, I think, as I kick the rock down the street.I stand in the rain, drenched through.I don’t care.Maybe I’m a psycho.Maybe you’re a psycho for reading this story.All I knew was I didn’t like my life, not one bit.But I did like her.The only time my heart ever lit up, the only time my breath ever caught, was when I saw her.But it could never work out between us.I kick the ...
Weekly Contest #244
“She’s brave, bold and fearless.” “And so are we.” “But she is different. She must become brave, bold and fearless like us.” “But how?” “Don’t you know? We corrupt her mind.” “How?” “It’s very easy, actually. You’ve forgotten about the vault.” That was what they were saying, but those weren’t the words they were saying ^^^ those were the words that they thought they were saying. Here is the *actual* conversation word for word: “She’s a natural beauty.” “And so are we,” but she’d said it like a question. “For the most pa...
Weekly Contest #243
Standing water, with a mossy green sheen across the top. I stand here, wine in hand. Red wine. Green tarn. The light is reflected from the bottom of the body of water. Green-covered rocks. And the sulfurous smell, though I can’t really smell it. Still. Not good. I need wine to be able to approach the tarn. I dare not do it without alcoholic libation. Though I can barely feel the effects of the alcohol. I am a man of no means, save for the produce that grows on my land. I’ve always loved the land. The deep violet rolling f...
Weekly Contest #242
Neon cascaded, as it had a tendency to do so. He flew down the paved streets on his Harley Davidson, even as the hoverboards and flying cycles and sedans passed and gathered, over his head and all sides. And the neon washed over him in waves. The light layer of water from the morning’s rain didn’t react much to the throw-off from the motorcycle. And he didn’t know why, but he felt that like today would be different. Like something monumental would happen. He’d opened his mind to the idea, only last night. He felt he would meet...
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