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Weekly Contest #352
About 4% of the population, including me, have a superpower called grapheme-color synesthesia. No, it’s nothing dangerous. Just a neurological condition where overlaps in my neural pathways cause me to associate letters and numbers with colors. If anything, it makes life a little more entertaining. Instead of remembering useful things, like people’s names, my (Stella's) brain connects a person with a color. It’s purely involuntary and, many times, I’m not even aware that the association’s been made. Usually, it's attributed to the first lett...
Weekly Contest #349
Trigger Warning:This story contains themes or mentions of gore, suicide, and violence. Central Florida, USA - 2026When I was 7 years old, I'd left my younger brother to die, and I’ll never forgive myself. “Irene, you were just a child.” “Of course you ran. You were scared.” “He couldn’t have suffered long. There’s no way he’d made it ‘till morning.” And, for the past 11 years, every one of these consolations from others has been a load of well-meant bullshit. I knew damn well what I’d done. That I’d deliberately abandoned Adam to save mysel...
Weekly Contest #342
Emma isn’t my mommy. She doesn’t smell like me and never has, but as far as I remember, she’s all I’ve ever known. We were small when we met. I, a scrappy, rambunctious pup, and she, a lanky, hairless thing, except for the long patch of brown on her head. I’m known by the pets as “Buff Brrragoof” but, despite my countless attempts to convey this to Emma, she continues to call me: “Buddy”. It’s fine. I’ve never been able to pronounce her name either. Communication has always been our biggest hurdle, especially with her and the other two-legge...
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