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Weekly Contest #360
Enlightenment at 80 MPH The day, like many, has dragged on. I’m exhausted, hungry, and frustrated. As I get in the car, I begin to contemplate how my final meeting of the day had ended. Going in, I knew this meeting was going to feel like a marathon. It didn’t help that I had skipped lunch in hopes of leaving early. The man leading the meeting was known for his sexist behavior and remarks, so I was prepared to be shot down for my newest idea. Working a desk job at an appliance engineering firm sounds much more interesting than it actually i...
Weekly Contest #359
Wondering where this leads is just as useless as it was the first three hundred times. The nothingness that fills my mind stems from the very nothingness that surrounds me. I stare at the sloped walls of the cavern, where alternating white and black stripes converge in a sickening design. It’s as though my feet rest upon an enlarged hypnosis spiral. Shouldn’t there be a light at the end of the tunnel? There definitely should be, but…I don’t see one. As far as I can see this cavern continues on into a darkness that my eyes have yet to uncover...
Weekly Contest #358
She Understood When that bridge collapsed, I did too. Who knew how profound the impact of surviving the unsurvivable would affect one’s mind as deeply as it did my own. Seven months ago, I was walking home from a side gig at my local grocery store. The street was lined with multicolored leaves and my nose was filled with cozy, autumn air. The houses that bordered the street were strong and sturdy, just like me. I was on top of the world, living each day better than the last. While others fought to achieve their dreams, I was living mine. At...
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