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Weekly Contest #100
My collar abraded my neck as if it were bark. Tediously scratching the surroundings to liberate some of the unrest. I do not know why my tie choked me as if I were strangled to force some truth out. Awaiting in a lobby, with a painting of some city with a body of water that elongated its beauty. I stared at that as I rehearsed what I could say, trying to avoid any possibility of spilling words from my mouth. For a month I sat on the edge, with aching thoughts in anticipation of this moment. After graduating from college, a job wasn’t one t...
Weekly Contest #99
Betrayed by the compliance to my conformity, as if by doing so I’d be contented. Rather, I do not know what “wonder” they speak of, or “joy”. Insidiously listening to those congregated at the water cooler, drenching their unsatisfiable mouths, contaminating the atmosphere with their vague minds. Complying to subside with this awfulness, it has begun to prove impossible. My every day involves a routine of hot air sweeping to mix with the dead, dry, cold air prevalent in here to brew the tornado of thoughts that I have about myself and those i...
Weekly Contest #98
I pushed the door of the bathroom, my shoes tapped against the ceramic floor of this empty bathroom. I used the urinal. I did not flush as the water seemed like it would overflow if I did. I walked over to the sink, washed my hands, looked at my hair, my tired eyes, the zit that had recently brewed itself. I dried my hands with my shirt — there weren’t any paper towels. I walked out of the bathroom and returned to the same. I live pretty near to where I work, roughly a 15-minute walk, so I walked back from work to where I resided in my small...
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