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Weekly Contest #47
You don't like waking up so early but your flatmate is calling out to you."It's his letter! Ay do you hear me? It's his letter!" she is banging at the door. The cries die down but the thuds continue, as loud as before.You wake up with a start from your slumber, all signs of it vaporizing in an instant. You push your feet into your slippers and rush for the door. As you open it with a careless swing, the momentum of your friend finds no resistance and along with her arm, she stumbles ahead and falls on you. But you're so excited you don't thi...
"I suppose it is not fashionable," you chuckle to the first mourner you come across. She doesn't as much as bat her eyelids but stares at you coldly. She moves away before you can bow to her.You had a plan today. You arrived with one. But it was no sordid intention of yours to wear a canary-colored suit when everyone is in black.A splash of color in a space where dark patches can be found shuffling at snail-pace, that is what you are. A color that no one needs and the hour of the day, down to the minutes seem to loathe you for your dari...
You are dazed. As if you had received a right hook straight on your ear. The air smells of disinfectants. The security guard is not letting you in. If it is an emergency, you know not. It feels like one since your father is shouting at the guard to let you both inside. His white halo of hair is rising quickly and settling down like a breeze, which is just what happens when he is tensed and internally conflicted. Should he be himself, scowl, and pour out a neat lecture to the guard that would make no sense, or should he be the hero that ...
Cal was a Beagle, and he had flat ears that dropped cutely on the sides of his head. He had a loud bark and a proud head and he walked with a gait that was neither brisk nor trotting. But these are all usual things to describe a dog and most dogs come around that, more or less. What could Cal do that needs a mention here?He is a part of the story.But, what else?Oh, he was gentlemanly, and when this story starts, confused. He stood with all his legs but one, down on the concrete. The one that was not was curled up, hung, but it was not limp. ...
Weekly Contest #41
"I am not sure I understand."Sir Alfred blew a ring of smoke and contemplated it."Alright, I shall tell you something. But you, Sean, you must promise me...""Promise what, Sir Alfred?"Sir Alfred tamped his tobacco and sealed the pipe with the wind cap. Taking away his foot from the block of granite it rested upon, he got up and declared,"Let's take a walk, shall we?"Sean kept sitting where he was, rooted with an expression that clearly told Alfred that he was not going anywhere without having heard first what was going to be told to him. He ...
The pink and purple and horridly green spaceship, invisible to anyone but its inhabitants, hovered over Earth, with no sound at all. It looked like an irascible insect with a slapdash paint job, but the aliens inside it were serious and stern. In one of its cabins, Commander Gauntaloopaschoopa, or Gaunta for short, was briefing his company of soldiers about the assignment they had to undertake after they had received their instructions. The alien tongues were clicking in rapid succession and it sounded like a party of gnats buzzing arou...
Weekly Contest #40
The walls were starch blue and appeared as bored as Jai. As the door swung open, his gaze broke. "Good evening junior," Kent, the senior of the two said out loud. Without waiting for a response, he continued, "report?"Jai waved it at him while sipping coffee. Kent did not take it, but pushed his coat lapels apart and sliding his thumb under the waist of his brown pants, he waited. He was a man with a curly beard and almost no hair. Jai pulled back the report to himself. It was titled: "Marjorie Levinsky, Case File"Shifting his gaze from...
They came out of the asylum and felt the cold of the early morning. It was very gentle upon them. While Frank looked up at the sky and rattled his brain to recall the last time he had been out in the open on his own, Miller shivered, not with cold, but by the excitement that colored red his entire face and hands and neck. He wanted to run and shout in the ear of the next person, that now, he was free.The derangement had not settled upon their handsome heads suddenly. It was all gradual. How they had become friends, only the world that they s...
Johnn is scribbling in his journal while sitting by the side of the tombstone that he had laid just some hours ago, for his wife, whose grave it was. The sky is scattered with civilized canopies that sprout in some places. It is the shade of a blue that is serious and solemn, the sky. Johnn holds under his armpit, a nightstick to illuminate the pages on which he is hurriedly writing. '12th April 2123With knowledge and wealth arrive the inevitable vices of corruptibility and avarice. I was driven to it, and I am ashamed to admit it, inso...
Weekly Contest #39
The lockup at the first breath smelled of wood dust. The floor was dusty under the table, otherwise shiny and there was a babbling lunatic caught by Officer Somerset being brought in through the front doors and taken into one of the lockups on the right. He was howling gibberish but Blake was unaware of it as he looked out of his lockup and stared. The grill that served as the window on the top side was what he was looking out of. His hands were clasped at his back stiffly, but soon they relaxed. This he kept repeating as he looked at a lone...
Weekly Contest #36
28th May, 20162030Damnit, this journal is too small for it. Reg has been teasing me about it and lo! I did it. Finally. Cherry burst. But the gentlemanly father that I have might not really like me talking this way, but what the hell, I do not really like Natalie, o I? Yeah, I believe I do not. But oh my god! She is so beautiful when she cries. I am not sure if I am supposed to say that or girls are supposed to look beautiful while doing that. Reg had warned me girls will talk or be clueless, but this was totally unexpected. Score to you mat...
Weekly Contest #32
'The door made a slight groan as it was opened. She entered the passenger seat and sat down. But he did not know her, although she smiled at him.'Ralph pushed his chair away from his table and decided impromptu that a shower would do him some good. The last time he wrote a story of a runaway, a bath with the salts had done wonders to his head and helped him complete it. Fifty dollars to that story, he was convinced, must have been fetched by the magic of his style. He was also convinced that the two-fifty could have been his, which was award...
Weekly Contest #30
It was chilly but the heater was on. His legs though tiny little sticks, had been cramping from yesterday, when Donald had given him a race when challenged, and given him a drubbing at it as well, a mighty one, to rub it in. And on top of it, there was nothing but cold where he sat. Despite his complaints which reached Miss Pansy's ears but failed before her heart, he was made to sit where he was and nowhere else. It was the defaulter's seat, and it was his first time. As much as he thought of it, for the life of him he couldn't underst...
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