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Weekly Contest #213
Click, click, click. Says the fluorescent light swaying precariously above me. I tear my eyes away from it, scanning the room, the afterimage still blurring my vision. The room is long and narrow. I wonder what stories the saddened walls with peeling gray paint and cracks running along them have to tell. I can’t imagine they’d be happy ones. Ssss, ssss, ssss. Says the cracked white radiator jolting slightly, filling the room with air so humid it feels as if it’s pressing against my skin, trying desperately to get in. I force myself to b...
Weekly Contest #180
“Get out of the way lady!”Jolted, I take an awkward step back, spilling the over priced coffee I waited fifteen minutes for all over my pale pink blouse. “Watch it, asshole!” I yell back while leaning forward, futilely attempting to blot the stain. The careless bicyclist waves me off with a dismissive hand, already turning the corner.“Great, now I’ll have to stop home to change” I mutter to myself just as my phone rings. I lower my large tote bag from my shoulder to the crease in my elbow, pushing around the stack of papers, tissues, chocola...
Weekly Contest #178
“I hate these parties, they’re always so fake and exhausting.”I turn around slowly, carefully pocketing the flask I was using to enhance the flavorless punch sitting amidst an incessant sea of cakes, cookies, and assorted charcuterie meat and cheese boards. As I turn, my nostrils are ambushed with a cloyingly sweet and spicy scent so strong that I clear my throat in order to subdue the gag threatening to make an unwelcome appearance. “It’s Charlie, right? I’m Claire, I work in IT” Claire extends a surprisingly manicured hand, her n...
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