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Weekly Contest #294
Sensitive- gender identity, homophobism, racismBeing a human was fun.Every week day I went to work for an accounting firm in Birmingham, England. Robert worked there too. He wore beautifully intricate silk and satin ties. His socks were bold and bright and his shoes beautifully clean and polished. When his boss made borderline racist comments he would yawn, check his watch and leave the room. I knew he hated Steve, we all did.My name is Sara. Yes. I am that black Madonna that Catalonian gypsies carry over the water every year and venerate. I...
Weekly Contest #293
Please be aware that mental health and swearing are in this story.I had a Galactic separate but parallel identity far outside of Earth. He lived on Sirius. He, too, was called Colin and was twenty seven today. I had not been in contact with him since I was a toddler so I was updating him telepathically that morning. He then stayed with me all day seeing what I could see but agreed to keep quiet and just observe.I was eating a slice of my self-made birthday cake in my car before driving to work thinking about my Mum. On my seventh birthday I ...
Weekly Contest #292
Triggers and warnings- Violence. Mental health. Swearing. Bean Head Has A Blood Red I started writing with my famous pen when I was thirteen. This is what I wrote in my journal then. “Oh, I dare not put it down. It senses it. The slightest movement on my part causes it to wriggle and writhe, trying to twist out of my hand in violent protest. Even when I am perfectly still, I swear it is alive and panting for the chance to write its phrases of filthy black hatred; just gasping to stain the paper with thoughts I have not dared to think and sha...
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