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Weekly Contest #67
Diallo was stopped on his way to his apartment by a fighting couple in the hallway. His place was just a few doors down but just out of his reach with this raging double ball of fire in his way it was next to impossible to get there without literally getting in the middle. Diallo couldn’t even step foot near them to ease his way by them before the lady of the relationship made a lunge at her boyfriend, locking her hands around his neck and backing him against the wall as she tried to strangle him. Diallo wanted to stop her and to help the po...
Weekly Contest #62
10 years ago I had woken up from surgery after I got my appendix removed with no memory of who I was or where I was. The only thing I seemed to “remember” was an unknown woman who had curly ginger hair smiling at me. I couldn’t make out the setting whenever I thought about it but as my life progressed, so did my “memories”. I went to a thrift store and saw a wedding dress and I saw the same women all dolled up with the same dazzling smile on her face as the first memory. Same white dress, same matching veil and a mixed bouquet of white and l...
Weekly Contest #22
My wife and I were sitting together on the couch watching a movie when she started feeling contractions. She randomly gripped my hand and dug her nails into it like it was a stress ball, well, if stress balls bled. "I think the baby's coming, Micha" she hissed through her clenched teeth. It honestly took me a few seconds to register what she said because I was too focused on the amount of force she used to grip my hand and the blood that dripped from my hand into my lap. When it did register, I started to panic a bit. This is our first baby...
Standing on top of my apartment building is an interesting feeling if you as me. It feels freeing, especially when I stand on the edge. It feels like I could step off and fly instead of fall. I feel like I'm the ruler of the world. It's maddening, really. As I carry my gaze across the skyline, I can see everything to the horizon. The surplus of buildings. The lights littering the town. The groups of people gathered in parks and in their homes having a party to welcome the new year. The sun is set already, and when I look up I can see the st...
I pop open another bottle of champagne as a few of my friends gather around me, looping their arms around my neck, shoving their glass in my face for me to fill it with the bubbly drink that makes them act like absolute idiots and laughing in my ear with their hot and rather disgusting smelling breath. I decided to impulsively throw a new years party for all my friends, and their friends, and their friends' friends as a last hooray before the year ends. I'm not sure why though, I'm not a fan of parties, let alone hosting one. It's more for m...
Weekly Contest #19
I paced around the dining room with my arms folded across my chest as I began to brainstorm ideas for the perfect anniversary gift for my wife. My hand lowered to clutched my stomach gently as I stopped in my tracks to sit down at the dining table. I took a pen and notepad out of my purse that resided in the chair next to me to compile a physical list of gifts. I started with something simple - a bouquet of her favourite flowers. The list stayed small as I added only simple items she's sure to love. I bite my lip gently as I put the last ite...
Weekly Contest #18
The young boy sat down at his desk in the midst of the crisp autumn night. His hand trembled ever so slightly as he reached for a black pen out from the mug on his desk and the dark blue spiral notebook from the drawer. Tears began to prick his eyes as he flipped open the notebook, starting to write a letter that was addressed to no one in particular. "Dear to whoever may be unfortunate enough to come across this," the letter started. With an intake of breath and slow shaky exhale, he began to write his message; his final message. "I, Dylan ...
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