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Weekly Contest #370
I pushed back from my desk with a drawn-out groan and rubbed the bridge of my nose. My eyes were going to pop out of their sockets if I looked at the screen for even another second. I stood up over my cubicle walls. I spied the endless rows of bobbing heads over their desks, and a hauntingly dark, unused corner in the far back of the office. Mistakenly, I looked for too long and met my neighbor's horrendously happy smile searing into me. "We don't have time for this -- Am I right?!" He said with a stupid dance. My eye twitched. Silently,...
Weekly Contest #369
Falling. Falling. Falling. I watched helplessly as the fluffy white clouds I once stood on floated away. I held my hand out, begging them not to leave me. They were cruel, growing smaller...Then smaller... Then finally, a solid surface crashed into my back like a freight train. I tried to gasp, but it was like sucking in a brick wall. It felt like everything inside of me broke into a million pieces; the betrayal, the agony of watching what I once had, now forever out of my reach. I lay there on that earthly pavement, my aching head rolling f...
Weekly Contest #368
"Scat!" The instant such a brazen word rang out, a dirty, misshapen broom swept my face. In a frenzy, I leaped out of a crooked front entrance. My jet-black paws thundered onto the crack-ridden sidewalk stretching down the city street. Halos of light from the lampposts flickered in and out. Their reflection bounced off an angry head behind me; sloppy footsteps danced off the walls of brick buildings. 'Don't use it...' 'Don't use it...' I bee-lined across the street. That trash of a shopkeeper skidded to a halt when I disappeared into the sil...
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