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Weekly Contest #371
How long does it usually take for a pair of jeans in the washing machine to deteriorate into nothing more than faded scraps of fabric? Three hours ago, I had guessed two, yet the restless spinning and steady hum of the machine didn't give any indication of stopping anytime soon. And who am I to argue with the sacred laws of Jean Wash? I’m sitting on the ground, with my head rested against an empty drum, opposite my unalive captor. My phone must be dead, otherwise I would find comfort in watching primitive videos of cats falling off couches....
Weekly Contest #356
Monday 20 April 2020 Voicemail message 1 17:19 The person you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message after the beep. "I know you are never going to hear this. You would probably find this weird. Me talking to a phone as if it could listen. Yeah, you definitely would. You were never the type of person to support this kind of stuff: fate and all that. You would get mad when I would drink orange juice before a game, or always wear my yellow socks for good luck. Yeah, you're not the superstitious type, for sure." Pause. "I do...
Weekly Contest #351
I was meant to be famous, trust me. Stars were meant to be fighting to carry my name. Books were meant to be written - holding the story of Liam the - amazingly magnificent wonder of nature - great. Until that piece of rock shattered every single one of my dreams, till they were only dust in the wind, howling the sad ballad of my demise. Until that strangely shaped waste of earth managed to break years of... Well, let's just say no object should carry such immense power. No one thought much of it; a single blow on the head, happens to the be...
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