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Damon D.

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If My Blue Blankets Could Talk

Weekly Contest #380

We’re still doing this, hunh? Here you are; 20 years old and still snuggling with me and Little Bluey in this bed like we’re the most loving creatures in the world. You woke up this morning with a terrible migraine, threw up twice and now you are laying down for a rest. As always, we are your chosen sleep buddies. In this moment, we lay here wrapped in each other’s love like we have at least a thousand times before and memories come flooding back to me. Little Bluey and I have loved you ever since the day you first looked at us. I still reme...

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3…2…1

Weekly Contest #379

In every graveyard, there are headstones. On every headstone is a name. Underneath each name are two dates. The first date is out of your control; the second date depends on your choices. In between those two dates is a dash. They say that the dash is the most important part. That dash represents your life. Everything you ever did, everything you ever said, everything you ever achieved, everything you ever failed, every mistake you ever made, every dreadful Monday morning, every joyful Friday night, and everyone you ever loved. It’s all spok...

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The Ghosts of the Living

Weekly Contest #377

Riley felt as though he was walking into a museum of memories stepping through the entrance of the Little Lambs Theater on Foothill Avenue. Nostalgia washed over him like warm water from a shower. Every inch and corner of this building held an exhibit from his first 15 years as a performer. The lobby was just as grand as he remembered it, or at least grand in the eyes of a Woodborough native. He stepped up to the woman sitting at the box office and handed her his ticket. A large sign sitting next to the booth advertised the production of Bal...

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The Phrogger

Weekly Contest #375

The Phrogger By Damon Decker Nina could not get inside her house fast enough that Friday night. With the upcoming election, the recent natural disasters, the trending celebrity scandal, and the current political feuds on social media, the newspaper label had been working itself down to the wick. At no point was anyone ever walking through the office, more like they were running like chickens in a coop when a coyote breaks in, energized by zero sleep, caffeine, nicotine, Zyn pouches, tobacco, adrenaline, hopes and dreams. Nina was thankful sh...

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A Poor Boy’s Dream & A Rich Man’s Regret

Weekly Contest #374

A Poor Boy’s Dream & A Rich Man’s Regret By Damon Decker It felt so strange being back here after so long. It’s unbelievable what a different person I am now versus who I was the last time I sat here on this very bench, on this very train platform. It looked exactly how I remembered it. Everything was exactly the same. Every trash receptacle was overflowing with the same garbage. Every surface was layered in the same thick coats of graffiti. The “No Smoking” sign was defaced with the same gang tag. The benches were grimy with the exact same ...

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The Rear-View Mirror

Weekly Contest #372

The Rear-View Mirror By Damon Decker I turn up the heater in my electric Mercedes. The engine is so silent you could drive this thing through a library. Everything around me is layered in snow. Christmas trees and Hanukkah menorahs twinkle in every window. Colorful lights hang on every street lamp. The road is crunchy with salt, and thick hedges of snow line every sidewalk. My GPS tells me I have arrived. Under the murky glow of a street lamp, outside of a bar that had just closed, I see my quarry waiting patiently on the sidewalk. The girl ...

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