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Christopher C

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Weekly Contest #369

“I am sorry, but as mentioned at time of purchase, we do not offer refunds on any transactions after a fifteen-day window.” Walter looked at the cashier, then to the parrot perched comfortably in its cage on the counter. The parrot looked back at Walter. He could have sworn he saw a smirk on its beak. “No, no I get that.” Walter said, trying to collect his thoughts. The bird swayed peacefully on its swing. On the front of the cage, the name Mr. Babbles was etched in aged bronze. “I’m not saying I’m trying to return it. I guess I’m looking fo...

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On the Block

Weekly Contest #356

“Hey, deep breaths, big guy. In and out. Nothing to worry about, we’ll get through this together, I promise.” Jorge looked down at the man with wide eyes, his vision partially obscured by the thick black mask draped over his head. The mask’s eye holes were unevenly spaced, forcing Jorge to constantly adjust it to see out of both holes simultaneously. The man who spoke was kneeling before Jorge in tattered prison clothes and hemp bindings around his hands, his head resting on a wooden block spattered with tomatoes and rotten vegetables. “What...

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The Philosopher's Pitch

Weekly Contest #353

“Thank you, Vultures. My name is Matteo, I am 33 years old from Portland, and I am seeking $250,000 in exchange for 22% of my company. Our promise – turning lead into gold using the blockchain.” Joanne rolled her eyes as she and the other three investors on The Vultures’ Nest scribbled on their notepads. Hells, not another alchemy-bro. The Vultures’ Nest was no stranger to this style of fanciful pitch. When the show first aired, these kinds of eager, bright-eyed sorceress looking to make their mark and reinvent the wheel were a fun gimmick. ...

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2:71 a.m.

Weekly Contest #345

The Surreal Guide to Parenting – Chapter 4: The Impossible Hours When attempting to put an infant down for sleep in the early morning hours, it is recommended, though within the caregiver’s discretion, to go just a little insane. Not all the way insane, of course. You are still a parent with responsibilities. But micro-doses of insanity can do wonders when faced with a situation outside the realms of reason. Because you will already be well past the point of a logical solution. If the stages of grief were applicable to this battle between yo...

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Stronger Together

Weekly Contest #343

Ensign Williams kept his eyes locked on the monitor, his commanding officer’s words barely registering. “Engage?” “You heard me: arm up. This is what we’ve been training for. We’re going in heavy and we’re going in loud.” Cdr. Peters was already loading his M16, a relic by modern standards, but one the senior officer had always insisted on having close by. The rifle’s shell was highlighted by the flashing red light that lit their office, a pulsing alarm accompanying it with every flash. Williams looked at his superior, then back at the monit...

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Wax/Off

Winner of Weekly Contest #335 🏆

“I’m going to start this confession as plainly as I can: if you can think of a better way to rob a wax museum, I am ALL ears.” The arresting officer cocked his head back in the front seat of the police cruiser, glancing at the man behind him in a full Elvis Presley outfit. There was no way it was going to be THAT easy. “So that’s it? That’s a confession then?” he asked the suspect in the back seat. The man in the back of the cruiser raised his arms, the bedazzled sequins jangling off his jacket with every movement. “Buddy, take one look at m...

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Fowl Traffic

Weekly Contest #334

The grill of your F-150 inches closer to me. A 290-horsepower V6 engine growls under the hood, the sound of barely restrained violence. 4,500 pounds of steel sitting on dual shock suspension equipped with tires meant to scale mountains no car was meant to tread. Twin exhaust pipes sit at the rear, vibrating in anticipation, itching to let loose a cloud of gas made from the husks of great beasts of millennia past, ready to propel this chasey of modern technological brilliance down the paved asphalt it sits on. Your $65,000 truck is capable of...

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The Glad Man

Shortlisted for Contest #325 ⭐️

Ever since the divorce, Alain found himself avoiding mirrors. It wasn’t a conscious decision at first. Except for the bathrooms, his house had become barren of them. Sylvia had taken the large cheval mirror that had sat quietly in the corner of the bedroom, the sole spectator of a marriage doomed from the start. Once it had followed Syliva to her new bungalow across town, Alain’s reflection could typically only be found above the sink while he brushed his teeth or washed his hands, a sight that he could easily avoid by occupying his attenti...

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Insurance Claim 202 – Item 3: “The Heroic Exploits of Juniper J”

Weekly Contest #317

Page 1[Note: If Matthew is reading this – GET OUT OF MY STUFF, BUTT MUNCHER] Page 2 First thing, a couple of points: 1: This is NOT a diary. Diaries or for little girls to fill with baby stuff and draw hearts over the I’s. I’m ten, that’s closer to a teenager than a baby. This is a journal logbook historical document of my heroics. 2. I am NOT writing this because Dr. Shwartz told me to. What they wanted was me to write down all my feelings: how I get angry sometimes, when I’m scared, my worries about the world blah blah blah. That’s not wha...

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Barefoot

Weekly Contest #311

BarefootMiss Dowles tapped aimlessly on her desk, watching the clock on the opposite wall. 4:25. Nearly an hour after the final bell, and 45 minutes after Mrs. Young was supposed to arrive. Mia sat on the opposite side of the desk, looking around the classroom thoughtfully. Her legs didn’t quite reach the floor, allowing her white Converse covered in stickers to swing gently below her, a patient, cheerful look on her face. Her eyes met Miss Dowles’, offering a polite smile. Miss Dowles cleared her throat. “Your mother hasn’t texted you sayi...

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The Next Available Agent

Weekly Contest #307

Hallucinations, while rare, can be a symptom of extreme stress, exhaustion, or dehydration. A Scout in peril who believes they or a fellow Scout is experiencing hallucinations should do what they can to ground themselves – ensure your troop is not in immediate danger, then practice the following breathing techniques… The words resurfaced in Noah’s mind with almost startling clarity. His father had made him memorize every page of the 10th Belfast Scouts Guidebook in the hopes it would impart in him a sense of duty and responsibility, presumab...

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