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Ah, what a beautiful day! Eh, Mark? The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, there’s a lovely gentle breeze. I love this park, so much life. Check out all the families and kids running around. Well, running away. Same difference.And the fountain, the one with the soldier statue on top, can you hear the water bubbling? I can, even with all the screaming. Wonder what’s that about. That’s my absolute favorite spot in the city, you know. I love watching the ducks swim. Sometimes there’s a swan. I even saw a heron once! What an elegant creatur...
Weekly Contest #74
A couple of hours before midnight, I was deeply engaged in my most beloved hobby – I was parked on the couch, one hand scrolling through Facebook, the other deep in a bag of Lays, with a Seinfeld episode in the background. It was Fusilli Jerry, I think. I wasn’t paying too much attention. It was my zillionth Seinfeld binge, and at this point I pretty much have that show memorized. Since the pandemic brought upon my untimely termination (doesn’t that sound better than “got axed”?), I was able to focus on my favorite hobby a lot more. In fact,...
Weekly Contest #58
Some people think the depths are quiet, peaceful. Serene even. Those people are wrong. There is no quiet here. Even without the hum of generators and the constant blares of alarms. Under the crushing pressure of fifteen hundred meters of water, the hull itself creaks and moans. Two-inch-thick steel contorts and twists in agony. A soda can straining to stand against a malicious boot. No quiet, only darkness. And despair. We’ve been stuck for the past twelve hours. Something hit us, some sort of electromagnetic surge. We still don’t know what ...
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