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Submitted to Contest #327
I recently moved into a new home in a questionable neighborhood. Its streets—ridden with tail-wagging beasts, at times unleashed—reek of the foul stench of floor liquid. The same disgusting liquid my servants callously splash about each week, despite my disapproval.Yes, I own not one, but two servants now, and they’re both useless. Don’t get me wrong, they make a mean Fancy Feast when I order them to, but do I really need to remind them each time? How hard is it to tell when I’m in need of some nourishment? Aside from those nasty brown pebbl...
Submitted to Contest #326
Angela:Hey Drew, I’m Angela, your Dine-in customer support rep. I see you had an issue with your order running late. So sorry to hear that! I’ll check in with the courier and update you ASAP, blue-heart emoji, praying-hand emoji. Drew:Hey, actually we wanted to know if the delivery guy’s okay. According to the app he's inside lake Marion. Angela pauses for no longer than three seconds, and then types back:Not sure I understand. What do you need exactly? Woman-shrugging emoji. Drew:We're looking at the tracker. He was on his way, then took a ...
Submitted to Contest #297
They were all there. Debbie’s mother was there, Debbie’s sister was there, Debbie’s uncles and aunts were there. They were all having a celebration of some sort, when just like that they were gone, and Debbie found herself back at the office, doing the menial work of stuffing envelopes with foreclosure notices. It was never a choice of hers to work there, but until something good came along, she needed to keep herself afloat.She was snacking away at some Durian chips and staring at a giant pile of letters that seemed to never end, when her c...
Submitted to Contest #256
CHECKMATE! Read the screen in big, bold, inconsiderate letters.“GG”, I wrote in the chat, going for a gracious loss.“EZ” was texted back by my condescending rival, followed by three crying-laugh emojis.A rush of blood to my head slowly tempered as I repeated to myself, stay calm, it's not worth it.It was a terrible day altogether. A couple of nurses who took my blood that morning had left filth in my room. A syringe cap, and a bloody gauze bundle, were callously left on my bedside table, forcing me to hobble my way to the nurses' station and...
Submitted to Contest #255
“Please, Rachel, please! Let’s just go home.” Oli begged relentlessly while Rachel was weeping in front of him. “I’m so sorry, I can’t.” She cried. He knew deep down what was about to happen, even though it was so difficult for him to comprehend. “I know if we just go home, we can fix this. We can be happy together. Forever! As long as we’re together. I don’t need anything else, can’t you see that?” And she did. She understood him better than anyone ever did, and he her, but she also knew that ending things was the only way to stop the pain....
Rita can’t leave her apartment. It weighs on her to the point where she can’t bear it and starts to cry. I visit her almost every day, when she’s capable of having me. Sometimes she’s too wasted from Xanax and Ketamine. Other times, she really wants me to come over but can’t bring herself to ask. She doesn’t want to burden me, but it hurts her deeply if I don’t make the effort to insert myself.I should insist on visiting her when she’s at risk, even when she says no. We both know I can turn that no into a yes, and that that’s what’s expected...
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