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Weekly Contest #367
Artem had been pretending to sleep for almost two hours now. The small office rooms that the military had commandeered as bedrooms during their stay in this small town were barely big enough for the soldiers who squeezed together for sleep, like bullets in a magazine. Thankfully, today had been a brutal slog for Artem’s roommates and the other five soldiers slept so heavily it would take an earthquake to wake them. Or a siren.Artem, still fully dressed in his freshest smelling uniform, slowly peeled the scratchy blanket off his body. He push...
Weekly Contest #275
So this is really it? Everyone's worst nightmare turns out to be the truth. I died five days ago and my body, once a vehicle that transported me to every corner of this planet, now holds my mind and spirit hostage. I cannot escape the skin and bones that I find wrapped around my consciousness and no matter how hard I try to scream at the people who handle my body it would appear that nothing I am thinking can make its way through the muzzle of my pale flesh. Dying did not hurt as much as I had expected. Snapping my spine as soon as the car h...
Weekly Contest #273
Dear Diary, Go fuck yourself! Seriously. Despite all you have done for me, I am going to throw you onto a bonfire and laugh as each blackened corner of your pages burns away slowly. You were supposed to help. My parents said it. My therapist said it. Even Kate had said it. ‘Write down what’s bothering you. Writing it all down releases the pressure in your head. If you won’t talk to me, or anyone else for that matter, then why don’t you start a diary?’ Kate had insisted I buy a large one. I think she was implying that I had been thundering ar...
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