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Weekly Contest #372
"Everyone thinks I'm crazy - my friends, my family." Arthur leaned forward and gazed directly into Diane's eyes. "But see, that's the problem. I'm not crazy. Everyone is just too blind to see through all the bipartisan rhetoric, unable to recognize that they're being spoon-fed propaganda designed by an oligarchy intent on inducing hyperactive cortisol states and polarized -" Arthur paused, and sat up abruptly. He looked around the small appointment room, and began kneading his hands. He looked at Diane, studying her features. She was implaca...
Weekly Contest #369
He was struck by how few possessions Jiddo left behind. How could a man live so long, and then one day suddenly be gone, represented by so little? And yet, there it was, everything near and dear to his grandpa, contained succinctly in two-by-two-meter bins of plastic, pushed up towards the corner of a small bedroom. Atop one of the bins was a large, framed photograph of Grandpa, standing along the Mediterranean coast with his hands held over his head. He looked full of life. Abd could see the picture's place on the wall, where its absence l...
Weekly Contest #352
"Tell me a secret, Beni." Beni only half-noticed what had been said to him. His mind was caught elsewhere, somewhere scarlet and bloated. He glanced across at Aminata, and the departing sun glinted off her deep brown eyes, brown like rich soil. Her irises reflected the mangrove and teak trees enclosing their private clearing. Aminata propped herself up on one elbow, her oiled curls cascading over her shoulders. She gazed out at the sun, beyond the jungle, which murmured with the calls of monkeys and peafowls, elephants and insects, and beyon...
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