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Weekly Contest #341
No sound from anywhere, just the flat holding its breath like expecting something to return. Pale squares on the walls in place of photographs, an unpacked cardboard box sitting by the door. In the bathroom, no smell of vanilla and coconut. A strand of brown hair still stuck on the cool side of the pillow.The curtains are closed but the smallest ray of streetlight finds a gap, and it cuts across the bedsheets, a divider between one side and the other, impossible to cross.He lays awake, staring at the light. Prague, a time ago In Prague, ther...
Weekly Contest #340
Being immortal is not so bad when you live in a carnival. The worst part about being immortal should be the dullness, but at the carnival, there is so much to look at. The tall people bring their littler people, which are called children, who do all sorts of tricks: they run mighty fast and drop glops of ice cream onto the ground and make screechy songs with their mouths that remind me of the jaunty music of my carousel. There is weather and sky, too, and other exciting events, but really, I prefer looking at the people. They often wear funn...
Weekly Contest #319
sensitive content: animal death Gravel scrunches under the tyre as the motorbike comes to a fast halt.On a midnight road, its only two living creatures stare keenly at each other: a young man, who is flipping up the visor of his bulbous helmet, and the small rabbit with snow-white fur and bright red eyes.The clang of the kickstand is followed by a quiet swoosh as the man swings his leg over the back of the bike and approaches. His hand is larger than the width of the rabbit’s back and for a second it tenses, eyes widening, the little nose wi...
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