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Weekly Contest #312
[Tuesday, the first day after AI] Bedros Dolidze lay awake, still in the throes of being roused from his bed. It was 7:33 A.M., and he was comfortably laying on his left side, a pillow between his knees; partially balled in a fetal pose with the comforter bunched all about him. The bathroom light was on, and he couldn’t take his eyes off the undulating dance that the toilet paper roll affixed to the handle on the wall was doing. Hardly any paper was left on the roll, the majority of it streaming down from the handle, over the vent register. ...
Weekly Contest #308
Haggis placed the muffin in the middle of the upturned cookie tin which served as the dinner table. “There’s a hearty portion for every one of us!” he beamed. He knew his friends would muster several rounds of objections, for politeness can be the twin of neurosis. Blood Pudding only stared down at the tin table top, his lips creased. Meatloaf countered: “Haggis, we’ve all just eaten a hearty breakfast! I mean-are you hungry?” He looked to Petite Sirloin, who sat just to his left. “Not at all,” she yawned. “Even just one bite? Look-I’ll cut ...
Weekly Contest #307
Christopher and Michael Wilburson were, let me see…13, when their great-grandmother reposed in 1997. As with many great-grandchildren in the West today, they knew their living ancestor only cordially; being much more kindred to their grandparents. Grief, the mighty equalizer, is gargantuan perhaps; but it is not infinite- it is not God. Yet the workers of the underworld want an infinite grief, thereby bringing the underworld to all humankind. Many who have hunted these ‘underworld workers’ have simply called them ‘ghouls’ throughout time and...
Weekly Contest #305
By Ives PisgahTUESDAY, MAY 18:My name is Philip Tanner. I was one of the last stationed marines in Afghanistan. I never saw any action, and when I returned to Camp Lejeune in North Carolina, I was uncontained. After my active duty contract in the marines, I joined the International League, volunteering in Ukraine. My mother had passed away when I was in high school; having no siblings, I never knew my father-other than he’d been MIA since I was in the womb. Tetherless, I was prime soldier material. My troubles with sounds developed after I r...
Weekly Contest #304
“They want to see more of you!” Elaine Lane was as shrewd an agent as a Hollywood hopeful could hope for, Fiona knew. “Fiona, honey, listen: you’re 31 and still cute enough to pass for 25-you’re in the sweet spot. If you don’t break through some of that discomfort and take these auditions, you’ll miss the window entirely. And this is an audition you cannot miss. I can’t understand your hesitancy on this, honey!” But Fiona knew what this audition was for, and she knew things about her body that no one else knew-especially not Elaine. “I’m tak...
Weekly Contest #259
MOTILITYBy Ives Pisgah The gray skies kept darkening like rain was imminent. MacMoses breathed in deeply the brutally crisp and arid November afternoon air, and set out of the family hovel to see about finding an automatic tear duct pump. “Mo!” his mother wheeled to the doorway of the ground-home, leaning forward in her chair and gesturing in lively thrusts with her upturned palms. “It’s too late in the day to head out-especially for a part! You’ll never get back in time for supper!” In annoyance MacMoses squeezed the walking stic...
Weekly Contest #215
My name is Gladys Fellowes. My kid brother’s name is Titus. I’m aware of the lexical fondness our parents had for names which sound like medical conditions, and I always tell folks they are allowed one joke. I used to always say that to a fresh class of seminarians, at the beginning of each academic year-one. Just prior to his unexplainable passing in autumn, Titus had won an auction on a property in Asheville, North Carolina. See, my brother was given to an addictive personality, one which, you could say, rewarded high-stakes gamblin...
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