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Submitted to Contest #93
A peaceful black void. That’s what Marquise was experiencing. In the far distance, he could faintly detect strange sounds. It didn’t matter. Whatever the noises were had to be thousands of miles away and not in his immediate space. Therefore, they were of no concern to him in his endless space of comfort. The noises slowly became more discernible and increased in volume. It was a voice. That’s impossible. How could anyone get here? This was a safe space. Whatever this disturba...
Submitted to Contest #91
It was another packed house in the gym on a cold Friday night. The vibrations from the screams could be felt no matter where you were sitting in the gym. Especially if you were sitting on the end of the bench where Dante was sitting. That’s where he always sat... at the edge of the bench with a towel over his head wishing it was an invisibility cloak. He never got in the game. He didn’t care. Why would he. At 5’9” with a scrawny build, why would he get to play? Surely nobody else cared about hi...
Submitted to Contest #90
Sausage? No. Bacon. Being as though this complete stranger is close enough to kiss me, I usually spend my mornings in a crowded subway train playing, “Guess What This Stranger Had for Breakfast.” I award myself extra points if I can guess the delivery system. In this case I think it was a burrito because it was still on his shirt. Judging by the size of the stain, I don’t think he got much in his mouth. That’s how I pass time on the E train on the way to my barista job: smelling stranger breath and noticin...
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