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"You’re not walking out that door, Sam. Not now." "Watch me." "It’s two in the morning. Our eyes are bloodshot, and we haven't eaten since yesterday at noon. You can’t make a life-altering call like this in this state." "‘In this state.’ That’s funny. It’s always me who’s ‘in a state.’ You? You’re the rock. You’re pure reason. You’re the captain going down with his ship, calmly explaining to the passengers that the water is the perfect temperature for a swim." "I never said things were fine. I said they were fixable." "They aren't fixable, A...
Weekly Contest #335
Silence is a rare commodity for the Clovers, a currency more precious than the dollars Sarah nervously counts every Sunday night at the kitchen table. But on this December 27th, silence had broken in like a thief. It was a heavy, sticky silence, typical of that disenchanted parenthesis between the leftover turkey and the empty promises of January."Mom, my tooth hurts..."The moan from Jimmy, her seven-year-old middle child, broke the truce. Sarah sighed, mechanically putting away yet another empty pizza box. Jimmy—the "rough draft" of the bun...
Weekly Contest #334
Once upon a time, there was a village tucked away in the jagged folds of a range known as The Mountain. Its people were carved from the same gray stone they inhabited: sturdy, rough-hewn, and unyieldingly upright. They were wealthy and prosperous, thanks to the trade of bear hides. The air there smelled of ochre and musk, for they tanned their skins with a mastery that made the leather as supple as a second skin. A single lineage, the Master Furriers, held the reins of this "brown gold" trade.But prosperity had made them soft. From years of ...
Weekly Contest #304
"Oh Allah, if you grant me the chance to make it through with writing, because I know nothing else... I swear I’ll work hard. Really hard."Those were the first words Ali ever wrote, scribbled on the back of a letter to his parents when he was eight. He had just read a folk tale from an old schoolbook, and that day, he discovered something magical: words could heal and will set him free.From that day on, he never stopped writing — in his head, on scrap paper, in worn-out notebooks, even on walls if needed. Everything was a story waiting to be...
"Oh Allah, if you grant me the chance to make it through with writing, because I know nothing else... I swear I’ll work hard. Really hard."Those were the first words Ali ever wrote, scribbled on the back of a letter to his parents when he was eight. He had just read a folk tale from an old schoolbook, and that day, he discovered something magical: words could heal and will set him free. From that day on, he never stopped writing — in his head, on scrap paper, in worn-out notebooks, even on walls if needed. Everything was a story waiting to b...
Weekly Contest #303
*Queens, New York – Present Day* Peter stood on the fire escape of his Astoria apartment, the skyline of Manhattan distant and cold. The night air carried a metallic chill, the kind that hinted at an early frost. He lit a cigarette, the flicker of flame catching in his eyes. Below, the murmur of late-night traffic and the occasional wail of a siren rose. A street lamp flickered nearby, pulsing like a dying heartbeat—its glow weak, uncertain. His phone buzzed in his coat pocket. One new message. From Dan. He didn’t open it. *** *Brooklyn, Two...
Weekly Contest #137
...Johannesburg 66th day of summer "Don't let me fall" "Don't let me crash" "I never thought you would leave me alone" "Don't let me fall" "Don't let me crash" "Don't let me die" Quite a country melody that I love! But for this summer exceptionally, it has been playing on a loop in my room. As you can guess from the lyrics... Yes! My heart has been broken now for over 66 days 06 min 41 seconds, to be exact. Are you curious to know by whom? Aaah Yeah! You were thinking it's probably a woman. Of course it's her! I introduce...
Weekly Contest #136
My father once told me : courage is the absence of fear. And ever since then I have always measured my courage and that of my family against those words. The more time passed, the more absurd that quote seemed. Every time I was supposed to be courageous and fear came over me, I would tell myself that I had already lost at the exercise of courage. I would give up and the situation would take over. I thought that human beings who succeeded were superhuman. I still think so, but only since I met Basil something has chan...
Weekly Contest #125
(Warning: contains words like blood and suffocate.) Every morning at 9:45, he was at the airport, sitting in the lobby, always in the same place, faithful to his writer's look, his gray shirt, his black sneakers and pants. In his eyes, the same look, in his silence, the same sadness. Nothing had changed. But one day, a detail changed, his shirt was no longer gray but white. The day before, he had directed his gaze once to the 18th place on the right, for 15 seconds. The day of the change, 30 seconds before g...
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