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Weekly Contest #151
Two old women are sitting on their roof looking out over the neighborhood, smoking cigarettes and drinking rum. Normally they reminisce about the past, because that’s what you do when you’re old and you only have a few years left. Anytime a new memory pops up in their minds, they pounce on it. They clap their hands together and open their eyes wide and douse themselves in honey to better stick themselves to that memory and absorb all its color until the ants come crawling, and it’s all forgotten again. But these old ladies aren’t reminiscing...
Weekly Contest #149
Anna plays the piano, and looks outside for inspiration, hoping to find something strange, tragic, beautiful, interesting. Maybe a suicide? But when the depressed man jumps out of the window, he floats down gently. He is perplexed at the outcome, and walks to the nearby cafe, never to attempt suicide again. Instead, he orders an espresso and reads the newspaper. A new railroad is being built somewhere in the west. “Perhaps I'll move to the west” he thinks, “and take up farming. No man can be depressed while he has his nose to the soil and wo...
Weekly Contest #119
I am the first kid, Kid A. They sent me on a great wooden carrack where I contracted scurvy almost immediately after my departure. In my delirium, a storm had raged, both internally and externally. My crewmates were experiencing the harsh violence of the storm outside, while I was experiencing it inside myself in the form of a fever. They had me lay in bed, and to keep my mind steady I focused on the placement of things in the cabin. Everything was where it should be. The lantern that swung madly in the storm was placed above the crates of s...
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