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Camden Cleveland

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First Date

Weekly Contest #350

“So what do you like to do?” Curtis’ date asks from across the restaurant table. He glances up from the menu and smirks. “I’m a writer.” “Oh, that’s cool. Like, blogs or—” “No.” “No?” “Fiction.” He sets the menu down and stretches his fingers, then reclines in the stiff chair with his hands splayed behind his head. “I make worlds,” he says. “I’m something of a god, ya know.” “Oh…” “I make anyone I want, and I can make them do anything I want.” “Hmm.” “I control time, the weather, diseases, war—life. Everything. You are in the pres...

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Friday Afternoon

Weekly Contest #321

The assault of summer is slain with a slice as the metal-rimmed glass door latches shut. The dry coolness of the post office’s interior mingles with Marianne’s bare arms to convince her skin that it has never and will never feel anything but this temperature—this mundane cold, cocky enough to raise hairs but with a voice too frail to call for a jacket. The entrance room is void of life, home only to the buzz of the air conditioner and the distant traffic muffled by glass. Marianne’s shoes tap along the stale tile floor, reverberating through...

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I Dreamt of Heaven

Weekly Contest #294

There's a smell to death, and I'm not talking about the stench of rotting fat and escaping gasses. It's the smell of death's presence. It changes the air molecules to make them sour — they slice your nose as you inhale, and they grate against your skin as you walk through its cloud. The effect lingers. The more bodies, the more intense it is, like a heatmap of last breaths. There wasn't a pure atom in the basement — it was suffocating. I was sitting against the wall, my dead eyes pointed to the sky and my dropped chin pointed to earth's core...

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Cerulean

Weekly Contest #292

The sky was such a deep blue that it made outer space seem imaginary. You could look into it, through it, scan every inch of its canvas and let your eyes devour the blue volume in its entirety, yet its beauty would still persist. It’s far too easy to grow bored — frustrated, even — with an overcast day, but a cloudless sky would forever be golden. That’s how Romero saw it at least.Void the sky and all that exists in life is gray and rock. Romero worked 9am to 5pm each weekday at an office he despised to pay for a life he dreaded to wake up t...

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Today's the Day

Weekly Contest #282

 Today’s the day. Today’s the day things are gonna happen — things are bound to change. 34 years and today’s the day. Monday, 7 in the morning. Shower, coffee, burnt toast, drive to work, small talk, get ignored, work, lunch (ham sandwich, yum!), more work, drive home, pasta and TV. Sleep. Today’s the day. Tuesday, 7 a.m., coffee and toast, work, go home, sleep. Wednesday, Thursday, then (hurray!) Friday. Saturday’s here. It can’t be the day this day, because I need to unwind and build up my energy for Monday, which will be the day, I c...

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The Hunt

Weekly Contest #269

 Martin arrived early today, having nothing to do at home but wait. He was the only person on the first floor wearing a suit—a raindrop to the maintenance and custodial workers finishing their tasks before the daily flood. His shoes clacked with each step over the polished marble floor as he strayed farther from the tall glass panes that lined the grand entrance. The natural light from the dull morning air faded the farther he went, eventually getting replaced completely by sets of migraine-inducing globe lights that dangled from the ce...

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Listen, Brother

Weekly Contest #258

 This was the 4th time the same unknown number had called Nick’s cell phone, all within the past 30 minutes. Instead of ignoring it again or trusting his gut and blocking it, Nick answered, “What do you want? Who is this?”A high-pitched male voice replied, “Ah! I have finally reached you!” He had a very thick middle eastern accent. “You have to pardon me brother, English is not my first language. You see, I had to immigrate here 5 years ago when—”“I don’t care. What do you want? Why do you keep calling me?”“Oh! Yes, brother, I am sorry....

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Free at Last

Weekly Contest #253

[WARNING: Suicidal & Mature Themes]-It was a cool Autumn night. A man sat on the hood of his car, alone in an empty parking lot. Raising a cellphone to his ear, he spoke softly, “Hey, ya… Listen, I’m sorry baby, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it tonight.” A women on the other end answered, “Wha- what are you talking about? We already made the reservations and got the babysitter and ­—” “I know, I know, I’m sorry. It’s just that Eric didn’t show tonight and they have a heavy workload so they need another hand.” His wife scoffed. He i...

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A Day to Remember

Weekly Contest #246

"Did you see how fast I went that time, Mommy?" yells a winded eight-year-old boy, his face still painted red from all of the excitement.His mother responds, "I did! You were going so fast I could barely see you!"The child laughs hysterically then runs off towards the jungle gym.---Two adults sit side by side on a double swing set, rocking back and forth like a pendulum on its last pass. 9 years ago, the man proposed and only 6 months later, they became man and wife. A few months after the wedding, their son was born."He's a good kid." says ...

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