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Weekly Contest #345
“Well, pick one,” the fat cherub held out his palms insistently, his…or its mouth drawn into a petulant pucker. I am so high. I squeezed my eyes shut several times, hoping to evict the floating angel baby from my sight, but to no avail. We were in a stalemate in the back alley with the distant sounds of EDM pumping through the air, and the strong odor of weed drifting from the barest stub of a blunt in my left hand. The cherub was floating in front of me, in nothing but a toga, or an oversized loincloth. Cream colored wings fluttered anxious...
Weekly Contest #128
I cracked my eyes open, squinting at the ceiling. The moment I did, I wished I hadn’t; my head pulsed and I felt dizzy. I started to piece together what happened before I fell asleep. My eyes shot open and the blinding light made the back of my eyeballs ache. I blinked stupidly. I was lying on my back on a dark green velvet couch. The room was fairly tight. Definitely an outdated apartment, probably on the east side of the city judging by its antiquated architecture and the sounds of traffic humming through the left wall. Without moving,...
Weekly Contest #33
As our shouts cleared from the air, I leaned my head against the car window, tears gathering in my eyes. The lump in my throat was simultaneously suffocating me and sinking heavily to the pit of my stomach. I felt so weak and helpless, crying in the passenger seat of his car again while the outside world rolled by. Everything was just out of my reach: the swirling purple clouds, the wind, and feeling in the air of a storm about to approach and quench the parched earth- him. A brewing storm in his own right. I loved his wildness his unpredict...
“It's...unique?” Darcy struggled to find the words to describe her gift. “It’s alive and kicking alright,” her older brother Peter leaned over to have a look. “I don’t get it…” proclaimed Gregory, the younger one. He crinkled up his nose in confusion. “Children, leave Darcy alone,” commanded their father. He placed a hand on Darcy’s shoulder and continued, “if your sister is going to prove to me that she can handle a car,” he stressed the word, “then she’ll have to show me she can handle this minor responsibility first.” Darcy’s face lit up,...
It takes all sorts of people to make the Underworld. I myself was quite familiar with this quote. I would know- I worked in the Underworld. I filed the papers for soul residency. Each soul that arrived to the afterlife passed through my division. We scanned t.o.d. papers and verified that the souls were here for a permanent stay. Then we printed out documents, an i.d., a map, and sent them on their way. Our job was the easy and boring one. The souls that came through us had already passed through admissions and all or most of their questions...
Weekly Contest #32
"Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards." Violet found that principle rather hard to understand. All the quotes from all the dusty books in all the cobweb-laced libraries seemed to look over people like her: people who could stop time. If Violet had to divide her identity into two parts, she would put her strange ability on one side and her coping mechanisms on the other side. That was ironic because Violet didn't have coping mechanisms. She lied and pretended and twisted her way away from moving on in only the ...
I avoided looking at the ghost's nearly see-through eyes. No matter how much time had passed since her death, the grief hit me like a tsunami every time I caught her eye. She, on the other hand, was much less bothered. Carefree in life and unchanging in death, she didn't seem to notice that she was a dead thing and I was alive. Or was she dead? I could never decide if the soul of a deceased person could be strictly counted as dead. And Naomi's softly glowing spirit felt so alive. Her hazel eyes glowed and her hands moved animatedly as she ta...
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