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Weekly Contest #61
I carried it around for a week, picking at the seal absentmindedly before setting it aside. I’d been out of high school for years. What could they possibly want? A list of things I knew it wouldn’t be: a lost report card dooming me to repeat senior year, a demerit, a job offer, a reminder to order or pick up a yearbook, a letter of recognition. Finally, I ripped it open: cardstock. An invitation? I read it several times. “Fuck. Ten years?” What the hell had I done with ten years? Nothing. I’d seen what my classmates were up to onl...
Weekly Contest #60
Nobody warned me I’d be playing Scrabble at the end of the world. I thought we would have aliens with laser guns, or zombies at least, but no. The downfall of capitalism was a virus that just killed people, no reanimating involved. How disappointing. The end of the world felt an awful lot like everyday life. Except without jobs and the 40-hour work week. Instead people took up skating, biking, hiking, kayaking, baking their own bread, and doing puzzles, and making all kinds of stupid art. Now that I thought about it maybe this wasn’t the ...
Weekly Contest #59
Home Sweet Hell Jones broke down the final cardboard box, grinning at me while she did it. I knew the massive smile she had plastered on her face was a stark contrast to the scowl I’d been fighting since the bat flew into my hair earlier that morning. We’d just moved into this house, and already, I regretted it. We’d been here for two days. “Lindsay?” Bringing myself back from the memory of the damn bat in my hair, I refocused on her face, which was still full of apprehension. “What?” “You’re giving me the murder look again.” She sat ...
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