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Submitted to Contest #299
[Warning: Substance Abuse, Language, Suicide, Physical Violence]Face-down in Goliath’s elephant pen, Gus Harper was a masterpiece of ruin—sprawled amid piles of feces, clown suit faded, one shoe dangling. His orange wig clung, torn. The pen’s rusted metal poles framed him, a grotesque portrait in dirt and despair, as if the circus itself had vomited him out.“Hey! Get up, drunk! Clown car’s in twenty minutes!” Benny Walsh’s voice cracked from above, his lean frame perched on the fence. Another clown, makeup smudged but dignified, Benny eyed G...
Submitted to Contest #297
Our story takes place over a single, three-minute period of time...I. The Watcher (Soul Veil’s Guard).In Lunvéra, shrine of shadowed waters,Where forest folds to mirrored gleam,And air hums low with ancient whispers,I stand, Brown Bondye, Soul Veil’s guard.Beyond these groves, thrones lie broken,Winds wail through a world undone,But here my watch holds, fierce and firm,As dawn cracks wide the sky’s embrace..Yet nearby lurks the Caged Ravager,A beast of brindle, storm and spite,Muscle thick, jaws drippin’ dread,My cursed foe from nights untol...
Submitted to Contest #296
[ Note: Contains occasional strong language. ]I. Drifting Through Safe WatersOver the classroom loudspeaker, a student’s voice crackles with pep: “Good morning, Valley High! Big shoutout to our girls’ volleyball team for crushing the Bulldogs last night, 3-1! Next up, spirit week starts Monday—get those costumes ready!” Students trickle in, some slumping into seats, others scrolling phones. A 12-foot banner sprawls overhead—inky black, speckled with a starry Milky Way sprawl—above a school calendar pinned to October 2021: “Shoot For The Moon...
Submitted to Contest #295
[WARNING: Physical violence, gore, and depiction of mental health issues.]The past is an unyielding stone, carved by time, beyond our grasp. Yet, through the threads of fate, we are bound as one. Thus, with these fleeting acts of mine, I pray the future may be redeemed—long after my breath fades.—Kameko Tanaka, High WardenI. First Puddle (2000, Age 5)The crackling voice of a radio announcer slices through the humid July air in a fenced backyard in Forest Lakes, Charlottesville: “And that’s a homerun for Chipper Jones in the 8th inning—Braves...
Submitted to Contest #294
I. Description: Handwritten school assignment, dated March 4, 2024, by Timmy Reed, Age 7, single sheet of lined paper, submitted by Ms. Evelyn Porter (Lincoln Elementary School, 2nd Grade) to King County Sheriff’s Office, collected from classroom on March 18, 2024, Volunteer Park Incident Investigation.The Mushroom GuardiansSam is a gnome that was in my Mom’s garden. He’s old and chipped, with a pointy red hat. There used to be mushrooms growing around him, little white ones, but Mom pulled them out last summer. Sam didn’t like that. He look...
"Nobody knows the sound of rain like I do," Clara murmurs, her hand stretching through the half-open window of the rattly Ford sedan. Droplets streak past at 40 mph, misting her pale face and unkempt hair. She shuts her eyes, tilting her head to the hiss of water on the road. "It’s calling me," she says, her voice light with a deep, satisfied breath. The 23-year-old college student pulls her hand inside, her eyes bright, and...
Submitted to Contest #253
Amidst a bustling crowd of commuters on their way to work, Yuki Nakajima catches a glimpse of her own reflection in Yotsuya Station's large glass doors. Wearing a tailored black blazer she aims to exude an air of professionalism with a hint of style. Her hair, meticulously arranged in a low bun, is complemented by whimsical Jiji earrings - black lacquer cats, each suspended within a silver birdcage, swaying in unison like twin metronomes marking the beats of her day.Yuki boards the Metro Marunouchi Line, a shining example of Tokyo's exemplar...
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