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David Poslad

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Half his Heart

Weekly Contest #357

Friday, 6:38 p.m. TV’s on. Ravioli fresh out of the can. Hand in shorts. Lying on the sofa. Room warm. Rest of daylight through almost closed curtains. Waiting for the scene. There he comes. Black tuxedo. Hair perfect. Looking like a model. Audience clapping. Stomping. Loud. It’s him. Aleksander Marquardt. A star. Turning up the volume. Taking in every piece. Three steps. Turn around. Wave. Reporter blushing. Sander smiling. Like right out of a toothpaste commercial. Fake. But delicate. Not like with me. Met him few weeks ago. A Friday as we...

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Monster under the Bed

Weekly Contest #356

“I can’t sleep” Standing in the doorway with her pink teddy bear, Jonathan’s sister rubs her eyes. Sitting on the plain burgundy sofa, Jonathan’s mom pauses mid-sip, putting her glass of sauvignon down with a clink. “It’s okay, darling. Just put on an audiobook.” Their dad not even listening, instead highly invested in his online shopping, Jonathan fiddling with the ropes of his jumper, Abigail’s gaze drifts past all of them and lands on Rafaela, searching, almost pleading. Rafaela freezes. She’s not used to that look, especially by a child....

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Vengeful pity

Weekly Contest #355

It’s always a pity when a king dies. And when I say it’s a pity, I really mean it’s a pity. Not a disaster. Not even doomsday. It’s as horrifying as if your professor called in sick for tomorrow. Bad for them probably. But for you? Imagine this when thinking about a king’s death. Imagine all the young men gathering around his bed. When the king dies, a new one is looked for, meaning someone is about to climb the throne and to call a whole kingdom as possession. And hell yes, it’s as terrifying as it sounds. Not only because a lone person sho...

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Jenny

Weekly Contest #354

CW: misogyny, stalking, femicide Up-down. Up-down. The man’s knee was trembling, shivering as if to a high up-beat. With his worn-out sneakers and his green hoodie, the guy in front of officer Mile couldn’t be older than twenty. His jet-black hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead, his eyes not darting around the room, as most one’s do, but instead fixed on an imaginary point somewhere in the corner of the small office. Maybe he was looking at the huge black spider that made it into the office a few days ago and that officer Mile just cou...

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The Rain Man

Weekly Contest #353

„The Rain Man is coming.“ My grandma’s finger desperately clamp around my wrists, her rough hands trembling with the last strength she has left. Her eyes dart feverishly arond the small hospital room, her head rocking in small, frantic motions. „Beware of the Rain Man.“ Only when her eyes close and her body goes still, her hands slipping from my arms, do I understand that these were her last words. It takes me three days to find out what she meant. After the last two, which I desperately needed off from work, being back at my place in the la...

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Green eyes

Weekly Contest #352

Frozen, I muster Mason’s face, its lower half hidden behind a thick layer of lead, where his helmet intended to protect his dear life. Only that this helmet has just terribly failed. „Darren, what happened?“, the others‘ voices call, but my gaze stays locked on Maosn’s beauty, now gone to eternity. Still I remember the day we first shook hands in combat, one of the last lessons of our ultimate year. Me being a small lonely boy never ready to dive into a fight, but there he was: Pretty Mason, offering me his hand as if asking me to dance not ...

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