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Weekly Contest #100
The doors buzz and then open, letting me and nine other men step out of our rooms for the first time in hours. Hours? Maybe days. There is no clock in there. All of us are silent as we are ushered down the corridor. Through the thick windows, I can see it is daylight outside–that still doesn’t help me deceiver how long I’ve been cooped up in there for. Once we get to a large open room, we are free to roam. Well, roam as much as we can in a room that only fits ten men, excluding the additional figures standing in every corner of the room. ...
Weekly Contest #72
“Remind me, what time is the Christmas party tonight?” I walk out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around me, and Jim is still in bed, just like he was when I walked into the shower. “Seven, I think? Or maybe it was six. I don’t know, I thought we weren’t going?” his voice follows me as I walk into our closet, reaching for a dress. “Actually, we never agreed on that. Come on, Jim, we should go. You should go, I thought you wanted to be promoted? If you want to be considered for the job, we should go.” “What about a babysitter?” “I’ll ask one...
Weekly Contest #61
She is standing on the other side of the glass, watching magic happen. She is some part of the sound crew–is that even what they are called? What exactly do they do? She has no idea, but she is there, on the other side of the glass. The band members keep taking turns in and out of that room. Sometimes, all of them are in there, but usually, it’s just one. She’s watching them all enter and exit and take their turns, and she is absorbing every minute of it. No, she is not important enough to be actually using the sound equipment. She doesn’t...
Weekly Contest #59
My fingerprints line up almost perfectly with the ones I made yesterday. My forehead rests against the glass, and my eyes go to the same spot they did yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. It is a normal size for a crowd–I had counted it before. Exactly forty-seven of them, all dressed the same but also completely different: flared jeans, bright shirts. Or sometimes no shirts at all. One is strumming a guitar, and it is just loud enough that when a gust of wind comes, I can hear it thought my window–just a whisper of chor...
Weekly Contest #58
In my opinion, an elevator coming to a halt is one of the biggest clichés. Especially when it goes like this: two strangers in an elevator, and it abruptly stops. Lights flicker and then fizzle out, and strangers continue to sit in silence until one of them breaks it because the other is clearly having a panic attack of some sort (usually due to claustrophobia). Then, during the time they are locked in an elevator waiting for help, they get to know each other and, of course, they fall in love. Thankfully, my current situation is a little di...
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