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Weekly Contest #330
She will not forgive, and I will never forget that Friday, the day before Christmas Eve. My wife and I are now in our mid-eighties, so the event that still troubles my mind was a lifetime ago. The errors of youthful inexperience or poor judgement are supposed to be forgiven and forgotten, but, even though the years have worn it to a kind of soft blur around the edges, it still wakes me in shame at night. It was a night sealed in frost and consequence. I had promised my wife I’d be home before midnight; and that we’d wake up with our unexpec...
Weekly Contest #325
CW: Death, mental health, grief, historical trauma, violence Memphis April 4 2025Seamus opened his eyes to find he whirled across the Earth like a comet, spinning through the cosmos. The memory of the knife attack on the New York subway wrapped him in a shroud. Now he had no body, just thoughts, and memories, floating through the ether.Was this the same for everyone when the coffin lid is closed? I’m not religious, no Pearly Gates, and brimstone stuff, but this somehow feels like what the Buddhists believe. It’s another existence, another ch...
Weekly Contest #324
It was the sea that would test me that day: the wild Tasman Sea that had swallowed better men than me, and would have taken me too, had reason not replaced fear. We were new chums in a foreign country: a place that seemed to exist on the underside of everything we knew. The seasons were the wrong-way round. The sun and stars turned in reverse, and even the air itself had a strange quality to it: thick with salt and heat and the scent of far-off rain. It was a young land, they said, carved and sung into being by ocean-roving Polynesians long ...
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