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Submitted to Contest #149
(The following story contains thoughts about dying and dealing with death. Some readers may find the topic difficult.) I am in the hospital again, hopefully for the last time. Each stay gets a little longer and leaves me more spent. I barely have the energy to breathe. People often say they are bone-tired. These people have no idea. I had no idea. Who could imagine a fatigue so complete that seeing, hearing, and breathing would require one to conserve energy to attempt the effort. The drugs have allowe...
Submitted to Contest #76
“You never want to do anything different. I mean we are just stuck in a rut. Just once I would like to do something, anything different. Why is that, Neil? Are you really satisfied going to and from work, looking at walls all the time? Don’t you want to be more like Julia and Paul? Do you have any idea how much fun they have?” she grumbled for the umpteenth time. He interrupted her tirade. “Well, you are in for a surprise, my love. I want you to pack a suitcase with a weeks’ worth of clothes.” “Huh, what?” she stammered with delight. “Do you...
Submitted to Contest #75
Cultures December 31, 2044 Patrick couldn’t believe his good fortune. Here it was New Year’s Eve and he had finally done it. After 25 long years, it was his. All his. He looked around the hall and smiled. The sounds of celebration finding his ears, filling his heart. The Beginning of the End Patrick sat on the ragged couch in his small apartment looking at the closest thing to a park Hudson had to offer - the landfill. He reflected on the past year on this last day of 2020. To say that 2020 was a strange year was an understatement. To ...
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