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Weekly Contest #351
Borrowed BonesNew Year’s Eve no longer feels like a celebration. It feels like compliance.At 23:59, the city’s chimes don’t count down; they count up, an iron-bright peal, measures how quickly we rise from our chairs, how long we hold eye contact, and how efficiently we swallow our last sip of water. On every billboard, the same slogan rises in clean white letters—ink on iron, impossible to scrub away. BECOME THE VERSION YOU OWE US.When the chimes finish, the fireworks begin: thin, surgical flares above the rooftops, brief lights that resemb...
Weekly Contest #350
My Love Affair by Atlas Wilder Arthur didn't have a midlife crisis. He had a midlife arrest. He stood in the interrogation room, his knees knocking together like maracas, staring at the plastic divider that separated him from the officer who looked as if he’d been chewing on a lemon for a decade. Arthur's knees had never knocked like this before, not even during his disastrous presentation at the regional accounting conference last spring. That time, he'd been merely embarrassed professionally. Tonight, he faced something far worse—humili...
Weekly Contest #349
Crystal Hunger At dawn, crystallization returned. Since the Collapse, this has been the cycle: skin splitting beneath glass, humanity reshaped by a hunger for Geode-energy that gnaws at every cell. The event broke the world, transforming cities and bodies alike, and left us harvesting what little energy we could from the fractured earth. Glass shards erupted through skin, each facet a prism for the hunger hollowing me from within. Leni Shaw is a name that now belongs to another woman, one who did not crave Geode-energy with the primal urge...
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