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Weekly Contest #341
Immortality is exhausting. There have been endless volumes written on the struggles of living forever, I have read many of them myself. There are many poignant themes these books touch on, but many more they miss. Yes, immortality is indeed a punishment. Yes, one becomes entirely numb to the life around them the longer they experience it. The repetitiveness and boredom are excruciating. But, what they often miss is the Sisyphean suffering. I am not an old vampire, amassing wealth since the 17th century. I have no Transylvanian castle to seq...
Weekly Contest #337
This house was as old and forgotten as I was. Stone City, Arizona had been long abandoned. The only thing I had to keep me company were the ghosts of old friends and trailings of distant memories. Despite the loneliness, I still got up every morning to do the same dang routine. I rounded up everything I needed, an old dress, my dust caked shoes, and my bag of gardening supplies. The coffee I heated up from last night left a distinct taste of dirt in my mouth, probably cause of how I stored the stuff. The basement wasn’t an ideal storage are...
Weekly Contest #331
To say the Sawtooth Mountains of Minnesota were cold was an understatement. No, they were heartless and frigid. It wasn’t often I had enough time off work to enjoy my hobbies. This weekend, me and the boys from work at the brewery were going to the mountains. Iron Creek Trail was certainly no easy trek in the dead of winter, but it’d been our tradition for nearly three years.When Friday afternoon rolled around, I ducked out of work early to find Earl and Chuck already waiting for me at my truck. Slung across their backs were a set of heavy p...
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