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Weekly Contest #261
October 6, 2022 Hi. My couple’s therapist said I should start journaling to “process my feelings.” What a riot that is. What am I, five? No, I’m a 40 year old man that has been “processing my feelings” my whole life. But that’s besides the point. Really, the only reason I’m even writing in this damn thing is because my wife threatened to divorce me if I don’t. What an ultimatum! “Write nonsense into a journal and then I won’t take the kids and leave.” So fucking dumb. But here I am. Not that she’s been a joy to be around lately, but I also ...
Weekly Contest #30
The pure serenity of the surrounding pine forests atop the towering, snow-capped mountains served as the perfect backdrop for such an occasion. A mild air and gentle breeze escorted the smell of crisp apples and pears among the patrons, now sitting in the neat rows of white plastic lawn chairs. It was autumn in Wenatchee at the time, and as the sun nestled behind the crest of the Cascades, the fiery hues of amber and orange illuminated the bride and groom as they exc...
Weekly Contest #29
We were kings of our own domain, ruling those endless summers together. Those summers where time was irrelevant and everything we did was full of meaning, full of adventure, full of a vigor we may never again know. Had we the choice, we would have spent every waking moment together. We fed off each other's spontaneity, zipping from one activity to the next, never worrying about the inevitable future that this one day will end. It didn’t matter, because we had each other to entertain. We were a union&nb...
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