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Weekly Contest #348
Cyrus transferred out of bed into his wheelchair and wheeled over to his window.Drawing the blinds, the early morning’s glow infiltrated his room. Looking down at the street five stories below, he watched as a firetruck and an ambulance, lights flashing and sirens blaring, pushed their way through long lines of honking cars and yelling pedestrians who hadn’t a care in the world as they meandered their way to the other side of the crosswalk.City living was not for the weak, nor was getting dressed into a polo and khakis as a man with limited ...
Weekly Contest #324
CW: Physical violence, gore, Sexual abuse of a minor, Substance abuse I wake up with my eyes open.An endless darkness ascends above me, to my right, and to my left. A faint, mysterious glow gently illuminates a three-foot radius around me, highlighting the sand upon which my nude body lies.Where am I?I lift my head and see a brief glimpse of my limp penis. A wave of shame washes over me, followed by an urge to cover myself. It is of no use as I discover that I am paralyzed below the neck.Maniacal laughter booms all around me, “Should have th...
Weekly Contest #317
CW: Mentions of suicidal ideation Walking into the school, my hands on the straps of my backpack with a spring in my step, I was excited for my first day. Teaching Language Arts had been my dream since I was fourteen years old.I propped my classroom door open and stood with my arms folded as I paced around the hallway. The analog clock above the hallway’s entrance read 7:55. Class started at 8:10, and kids weren’t supposed to line up for class until 8:07, but the assistant principal had instructed staff members to stand watch in the hallway ...
Weekly Contest #313
“Are you there, God? It’s me, Kai. I know we haven’t talked in a while. I just wanted to let you know I’m scared about school tomorrow. I don’t have any friends here. Could you please maybe send me one?”Kai opened his eyes and unfolded his hands. He looked at his new bedroom. It was smaller than the room he grew up in for the first eleven years of his life, but he liked that it was a cozier shade of blue. The mattress on the bedframe was bare, its linens sitting in the unopened box next to him.***Kai woke up the next morning and opened his p...
Weekly Contest #293
The first thing I noticed when I boarded the bus was that the driver’s belly was the size of a watermelon. I quickly averted my gaze and handed her the ticket. It wasn’t nice to stare. I plopped down in an empty seat. It was quiet on the bus. I looked over my shoulder. A woman wearing scrubs hunched over a textbook sat in the middle. A boy with his hood up sat by himself in the back, looking out the window at the decrepit skyscrapers. Pitter patters of rain tapped on the bus. Distant thunder boomed. “Gas masks on!” barked the driver into her...
Weekly Contest #290
I’m looking into the bus-sized crater that used to be a home for old folks like me. Mindless Ones are lumbering around at the bottom, some crawling and dragging their entrails. It was only months ago that I fled to survive. I sat in my rocking chair. Those days, my favorite thing to do was watch the bombs hurtling across the sky like shooting stars. That night was no different, except there were thousands of shooting stars. My sweetheart Hank, in spite of the fragility of a man pushing ninety, tried to pull me away, yelling, “We’re gonna die...
Weekly Contest #289
TW: Racism, Transphobia, Ableism, Child Abuse, Blood and Gore Screams reverberate throughout the convenience store, repurposed as a trading market, as my mind replays the gunshot over and over. I clench a matte black handgun aligned with careful precision at the blown-apart skull of a boy with tawny skin who looks my age - fourteen - give or take a year. Crimson blood and pinkish-gray chunks of brain matter ooze out of a quarter-sized borehole exposing checkered tiles through the other end. The beige walls of the bathroom are coated uneven...
Weekly Contest #266
I distinctly remember mining for gold on Mars at the young age of 8 when an uproar blasted throughout the cave walls. Or maybe I was cleaning the toilets at Grand Central Space Station… No, I was definitely mining for silver. Gold, I mean. The year was 2256. Somebody shouted, “It’s happening! It’s happening!” The next thing I knew, a stampede of men, women, and children - most of the children were older than me - flew out of the tunnels in droves. I was downright perplexed at this strange sight because mass exodus on this scale only took pla...
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