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Forrest Timothy Neakok

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The Beep

Weekly Contest #372

Steven and I sit in our car outside my parent's house. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as he wraps his hand around mine. He says, "Hey. Levi, look at me. Look at me." I open my eyes and he gently guides my chin with his fingers, turning my face towards his. He closes the distance, presses our foreheads together, then after a moment he says, "We'll get through dinner, then once it's over, we can go watch something at the theater. Sound good?" I nod. He pecks my lips. We separate and step out onto the sidewalk. My parent's house looks b...

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The Indent

Weekly Contest #342

A man stands before me, not paying attention to me at all, with lovely dark hair that holds soft curls and just a hint of silver. His eyes crinkle as he smiles to the person attempting to help him. He snorts, which is objectively adorable. Okay, maybe not objectively, but extremely subjectively adorable in a way that makes me want to help him instead of this woman who clearly does not know what she’s talking about. Well, maybe she does, and I’m just jealous. Why am I jealous of a person I don't know anything about? A stranger talking to anot...

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The Absolute Last and Final Letter to Him Ever

Weekly Contest #341

I shake my body holding a letter I just read for the last and final time. My hands take me to my study to grab a piece of stationery to write my response. I use my most expensive and regal form to prove my point. One he will recognize. The Page of Everlasting. Sealed in incorruptible patience and virtue. The color of the paper reads well with all inks and the words written upon it speak truth for an eternity if meant from the heart. I will seal it with my personal insignia. One that only he will remember and I will paint it with my perfume t...

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Therevin’s Journeyman and The Colors of the Forest

Weekly Contest #341

TW: Grief My phone rings. I look to see Thomas’ Mom calling. She knows he and I broke up. Should I let the machine get it? After the third ring, I answer saying, “Hello, Shellie. How are you?” My voice is slightly higher than normal, but unwavering. “Oh, I wasn’t sure if… Hi, Reynold.” Her voice is weak and quiet. “I know you were close with Thomas.” Were? She continues, “I mean, I know you and him—” She chokes then sniffs as if crying. “Is everything okay, Shellie?” A well of darkness bores into the area above my stomach and below my chest...

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Plane To See

Weekly Contest #341

TW: Some homophobia. I sigh and heave my bag into the overhead. I look down and I’m stunned, then the person behind me asks, “If you’re done, may you please sit so we can pass?” I shake my head then nod, saying, “Of course, sorry.” I gingerly sit in my seat, not fastening the buckle, hoping a person will sit between us. I feel his eyes on me. I can see him looking from the corners of my own. I can’t do this. The flight attendant announces that the door is closing, so I close my eyes. The air being shut in makes my ears pop. No one sat betwe...

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Something started talking while I'm pissing.

Weekly Contest #305

“You know what, I quit.” The words came at the exact moment I relaxed my bladder. And for a second. Just some strange little second. I thought to myself, “Whose thought was that?” I don’t know if I said it out loud. The room didn’t change. Nothing creaked. No lights flickered. It wasn’t cinematic like that. Just warm, humid air, refreshingly cool feel of colored tile on the floor, the low hum of a fan I’ve been meaning to clean. I always blow through the fan before I go. But the words still echoed. Like they’d landed in the water and never s...

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I apologize.

Weekly Contest #305

I close my eyes and pull as much air as I can from my nose before loosening my shoulders with an extended release. My chair is sturdy plastic. The seat leans ever so slightly forward, making me feel like I’ll slide if I lift my legs. The rigid back digs into my spine. My neck is loose, but so are my knees. Sweat slowly trickles down my chest, pushing its way through crowded hair. Maybe it’s my nerves. Maybe it’s the shifting fog creeping in from the massive stage outside, sticking to my skin like cling-wrap. The people outside rumble like st...

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The Door

Weekly Contest #303

It was early. We'd both just gotten up, groggy and quiet, bumping around the kitchen like we always did. My husband was fiddling with the coffee maker. I realized I left my phone charging in our bedroom. I walked down the hallway, barefoot, still half-asleep. I stop. The door. Our door. Our bedroom door. The door to our bedroom was gone. In its place stood something else — shaped like a door, placed exactly where it should’ve been. Same size. Same white paint. Same brass handle we picked out together at the hardware store three years ago. ...

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Old Town Memories

Weekly Contest #300

“Hey, Mom. I was planning on taking a trip to Delhallow soon.” “Oh, that sounds fun. Where’s that?” I scoff, “What?” and laugh, “What do you mean?” “Sounds midwestern.” “It’s Oregon, Mom. What are you on about?” “What’s in Oregon? I bet it’s nice there this time of year.” “I wanted to see if I could find the old house, thought it would be fun.” She makes a confused little noise. “The old house...” Dad sips his coffee, “Do you mean the lakehouse in Carroway? Where I grew up?” “What? No, not Carroway.” I elongate the name: “Delhallow. Where I ...

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