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I had not been so keen, unlike my regular days, while on this fantastic trip. A trail of quiet-talkers, commoners, and fishy folk were gathered in the eulogy catalog of my mind, circulating day and night, trying, but failing, to form tricks in all of my nerves. I wondered why I had to venture out of my boundaries as a ruffian, as a vandal, and as a flook from the civility. Then I remembered that the wondering was over and that my whole goal now was to not be dead. Some people change their morals as they go...
Weekly Contest #82
A patient in the paranoia ward reevaluated her entire situation. She concluded that her three sons, Randy, Marcus, and Errol, would come in, at any point shortly, and force her to swill liquid mercury out of a live frog’s jaw. After being drugged, with her permission, by men with blue clothes and black socks, she spent the afternoon taking a quiet rest. Her words exactly before passing to her dream state: “I don’t wish to remember. I wish to sing alongside Pavarotti.” The workers of the ward, mostly the unpaid interns...
Weekly Contest #81
Heptadecagon 1 They were next to the fallen draperies. She rolled a dime across the floor and tapped out the count. “Even so, that’s not the only reason.” “Well,” he said, “where else is there to go now?” “What. Speak louder.” “What’s left?” “Don’t know,” then added, “they are too simple.” The dime toppled. She recorded the score. “Try to beat it. Here.” 2 They were in the basement. He examined the buttons in the jar. “Four deputy marshals were sent to corner them. One was informally processed by a judge. If that was illegal, h...
Weekly Contest #80
It was midnight and Salvador Dalí’s ghost stepped over the dozing morphine addict and walked inside. The termites would take the building out by noon. It should have happened before. As the wood was being gnawed away comfortably, it should have collapsed down on audaciously dressed visitors squinting at ancient frescoes. The images of man and woman coming closer and closer to their eyes. But it didn’t happen then. It happened at noon. A janitor was the only casualty. He was now cleaning the polluted air with his metal vacuum brush. It is all...
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