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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...
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 ...
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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