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Weekly Contest #258
“What do you see?” a voice behind me said. Perhaps, nothing could have startled me more than the woman herself. I turned around to see strange bangs, wide, exaggerated makeup. Eyes that made no sense. A black and white striped sweater and a ruffled denim skirt. “What do you mean?” I asked. “When you look at the photo,” she repeated, “what do you see?” I hadn't been looking to buy a photograph when I stepped into the gallery off the street to come peek inside. What I found was largely unaccounted for. I stood, silent, unwanting to be ju...
Weekly Contest #257
Here I tell the tale of a school like no otherWhere sister turns on sister and brother turns on brotherThe classrooms and lunch tables were short of warzonesDespite their proximity, each student felt alone.Amongst these teenagers, great anguish ran amokTime and time again the faculty was stuck.No detention or reward could sway even one.And so, someone knew that something must be done,Through the power of sonnets, our story will be toldThe leaders of the land had chosen someone bold.A great man was called up to save a failing classThe power o...
Weekly Contest #256
It’s time to stiff upper lip it. I’m talking stiff like no twitching, no sniffling, no nothing. I’m gonna walk right up to him and give him a piece of my mind. Him with his stupid boxers and fuzzy slippers. I can already see him walking down the steps to his house, right to the gate that looks directly across from mine, scratching his ass and sticking his hand into my mailbox. It’s like he has a superpower. He knows when I have a package coming and he manages to get there quick enough to take it from me but long enough that I always see him ...
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