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Weekly Contest #348
Left. Right. Up the stairs. Right. Paul sometimes could not remember the direction to the main gate of the apartment complex. He had only been there for three months but tonight his feet guided him. He walked so he could get away. He wanted to get away from the apartment he had to stay in. He wanted to get away from the new school he had to go to. He wanted to get away from his life and for this moment he wanted to get away from the two adults who were keeping up with him and calling his name. David’s deeper voice rang out, “Paul, where are ...
Did he miss on purpose? Or was my pointing off in such a way that he could take advantage of it? The questions kept on flooding my brain as I placed the cocoon in my bedroom. Cradling it in my arms I let it rest on my bed. It would be our bed. The thing you need to know about tricking a god into granting your wish is that they will grit their teeth, dig their heels in, and find the worst possible way to interpret your wish. Eros must have missed on purpose. I have never wanted to harm a baby more than I did now, despite the fact that the bab...
Weekly Contest #252
The figure followed him, shadowy cloaked and shadowing his footsteps. P walked the streets of his hometown for the first time in twenty years. He saw cracks in the sidewalk, but he expected more. The image of a rotten hometown as seen on television and movies wasn’t what he was seeing now. No potholes, no thunderclouds. The cracks in the sidewalk were present, but the cracks did not create spiderwebs of shattered concrete. The sidewalk was just old. P remembered the name calling and the laughing. The bullying in movies was similar, a facsimi...
Weekly Contest #250
Kyle loved the world underneath his big dining room table. He could often be found under the table taking imaginary friends on imaginary adventures. It could be a jungle, or a jail, a forgotten island, or the realm of demons.Today the big dining room table was where Kyle heard his mother say something very interesting. Today under the table Kyle heard the first mention of the mysterious stranger.Kyle’s dad got Kyle’s breakfast this morning, which was not how it usually went. Instead of his mom making his breakfast, Kyle’s dad asked him what ...
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