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Weekly Contest #254
July 1, 2022Lost Angeles Reporter - “Talk of the Town” Column.-BARBIE COMES TO LOS ANGELES-(Top-Secret Pics Included!)Rumor has it that Barbie was seenon our very own Venice Beach in LA, onMonday. An onlooker (who has asked toremain anonymous) snapped a picture ofBarbie, standing next to none other thanher known lover and admirer: Ken himself.(Go to page 2 for an exclusive sneak peek!)The onlooker stated that Barbie sawthe camera - and begged for the photo to bedeleted - but the picture was saved, and latershared with the Lost Angeles R...
Weekly Contest #253
Triggers: mention of suicide and overdose. Also erotic (but not sexually explicit). You got that button-down short-sleeve at Walmart, didn’t you? It looks like a Walmart shirt to me. You wear it well. Who are you? I want to cherry-pick your brain, keeping the things I like and leaving the others to whither - like an orchardist, cutting down the bad trees so the healthy ones can grow. As you open the door for me, I catch an unmistakable glint of heaviness in your gaze. If not for that, I’d have thought you were enjoying yourself...
Weekly Contest #252
The Idiot’s Guide to Invisibility By Amelie Lynn Peterson I threw the hood of my jacket up over my sopping wet hair. As I speed walked down Donna Drive, I passed under the yellow glow of a street lamp. I exhaled with gusto and watched the steam dissipate - illuminated in the artificially generated light. As I rounded the street corner off Donna, I stopped for a second to get my bearings. Was that the almost inaudible rhythm of another pair of shoes, somewhere far behind me? I felt my lungs hastily expand for a gasp of oxygen; simultaneou...
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