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Weekly Contest #270
My grandmother’s brother died a few days ago. I only knew his name, Allen, on the day the wake was to take place. I didn’t really care for it when my parents told me to attend for them. It felt like a nice change of pace. Reminders of death tended to humble me. I don’t know if it’s an odd thing to think about, given I still have three-fourths of my life ahead of me. Even then, I already consider myself old. Is this what a quarter-life crisis is? My death to come unannounced, at a time beyond my foresight, under circumstances I may or may not...
Weekly Contest #269
When Roy first saw the cool-looking stick at the top of the roof of Maddie’s house, he knew it would grant him unlimited power. He first noticed the gnarly thing on the way back from school one day. As was routine, Roy sat on the back seat of his car with his chubby face smushed against the window, staring blankly outside while his dad droned on about whatever it was that was bothering him at the moment. Most of the time it was stuff like how he needed to be more responsible now that he was getting into fourth grade, how he needed ...
Weekly Contest #150
“Please, don’t do it,” Janna said.Ling sighed as he crossed his legs. “You’re telling me that right before the big reveal of a product we—including you—have been working on for the last five years.”Her fingers tightened around her clipboard. “I’m sorry, it only dawned on me now, but Ling, the Hiraya…” her voice faltered. “I promise you, it will do more harm than good.”Ling slammed the dressing room table, and Janna flinched. The lights flickered above them. “I don’t have the time to change the entirety of the Hiraya in an hour, so I’m going ...
Weekly Contest #149
[physical violence, gore, mentions of abuse; suicide] *click* … You already know why I’m here, the fuck is the point of saying it again? So my mental health gets wrecked even further? That it? Quack therapy, that’s what I think this is. … I’m angry? Yeah, no shit Sherlock, thanks for catching that. … I lost everything, Doc, how do you think that makes me feel? … I’m just as clueless as you are. Aside from whatever that black substance was, there was zero indication for what was going to happen. San Pedro is a town on the side of a moun...
Weekly Contest #148
The proverbial burning of the midnight oil ensued for the deranged medical student with his nose stuffed in cocaine; except the midnight oil was the electrical bill, and the cocaine was coffee. Words like nicotinamide dinucleotide and glutathione peroxidase taunted the medical student, who only had enough energy left to stare blankly with his eyes redder than a baboon’s ass. Biochemistry used to mean something to the man, but by this time the brain of the once brilliant medical student (the term “brilliant” being loosely used to actually mea...
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