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Weekly Contest #370
Radiology Department - 20:24 I am in knots tonight; my chest feels like it’s bulging at the seams. I am nervous, doubtful, lazy, and have an overwhelming feeling of being stuck in mud up to my waist. Despite feeling like my heart is running one-hundred miles an hour. This anxiety is killing me, and it affects everything. It is the first form of the beast to make itself known tonight. I have tapped my foot until the muscles in my leg are sore. I am not sure if it is the tendons or the ligaments in my ankle and foot, but both have definitely s...
Weekly Contest #369
Hello, my name is Harland Staples, and I’m 103-years-old. I’ve been in this assisted living home for the past couple years, because I tripped over the coffee table and broke my hip. I get around fairly well, but I still need a walker. Do I need to lean over your recorder, or can it hear me from up here? That’s good. Now, why did you say you’re here? What is a centenarian? Oh, well how about that. You learn something new everyday, So, what do you want to know? I’ve been here in Vespucci for about fifty years. This place was like the Wild West...
Weekly Contest #367
CW: Sexual contentThe cigarette thumps the rim of the ashtray, and a wispy trail of smoke emits from her plump scarlet lips. Reyna asks, “How long have you smoked?” Savannah replies, “I started when I was fourteen shortly after my mom died. Have you ever smoked?” “Not a fucking chance. Shit’s not very feminine, if you ask me.” Reyna stops and laughs ...
Weekly Contest #366
CW: Contains themes and/or references to torture, murder, abuse, and sexual violence The years have all flown by so quickly, sixty-five winters and sixty-four summers. He is getting old and can feel it more and more with each passing day. He is not able to stoop as low, move as fast, or see as far as he once could, as he straggles through the woods. His mane of long thick hair still sways down his back, but it is now grey and white instead of auburn like it once was.In old age, his mind is consumed by only one thing, the hunt. It is not just...
Weekly Contest #311
It was all a mistake. I regret ever going. Mel Street is playing in the background while I attempt to rid myself of a cough. It is the product of a rather long pull from a weed pen. I am trying to drown the tickle in my throat with a glass of water. It takes a moment, but thankfully, the pest is soon dead. Mel is now silenced. I begin to sift through Tik Toks. My phone’s screen takes on a rather chatoyant glow as I feel my frontal lobe begin to droop onto my eyeballs. I am in town for a couple weeks on vacation. A friend has been kind eno...
Weekly Contest #309
I was flat on my back when she walked out on me. She stepped over me there on the living room floor with an empty gallon of vodka in my arm. She took our children with her, Luke and Sandra. She took it all and only left me with a drinking problem. We met when we were young. I was twenty, and she was eighteen. She was sweet, full of life, and the most gorgeous woman that ever existed. We would go out to the country in those early days and spend hours in the bed of my pick-up. We would just talk and look up at the stars. I would usually bring ...
Weekly Contest #308
She looked up from the letter at the lawyer and said, “I don’t know who this is. Why would he tell me this?” “I honestly do not know, Ms. Adams. He left instructions to give you the note and the keys to the farm after the reading of the will.” “Thank you for everything. I need to get going. It is going to be a long drive from Atlanta to the farm.” The drive was peaceful. There was nothing but long two lane country roads with lots of pretty scenery. Ms. Adams had not been to the farm in a few years. She was excited to see home again, but s...
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