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Weekly Contest #349
Today is April 31. Because dates don’t matter and today can be anything I want it to be. I hunkered down in my office, a white board set atop my drafting desk. I sketched out the perimeter of the garden I was going to build. There would be an orchard section, a bee hive, a vegetable garden, a vertical potato garden. I would also be raising chickens in an attached coop. If I was lucky, I’d be able to snag a goat or two as well. I looked at my laptop. I don’t think it’s ever been closed this long. Dust had begun to settle on its top, and with ...
Time was an abstract concept to me. Images, sensations had fluttered past me in those brief moments of lucidity. I was in formation, spear in hand, listening to the emperor speak. Then–suddenly–I wasn’t. I was moving.I was fighting. I recalled the sounds of spears clashing with shields; the wet slaps of steel cutting flesh.I was moving again. I was in a crowd. I felt the stabs and cuts in my gut and arms and legs, but I kept moving, unsure where I was headed. I remembered invading villages and cities, climbing up walls with my fingers, leapi...
Weekly Contest #167
The wind wafted across her golden hair and danced as it ruffled her pink sundress. I could see her; smell her. Like brown sugar and sweet honey. “What are you thinking about?” Her whispers were ghostly, as if she were speaking to me from another world—a better one—or a dream. Or perhaps she was trying to wake me. Had I fallen asleep in this meadow? “I’m thinking about what I’m always thinking about,” I told her as I propped my chin on my fist. “You.” Her smile was wide, as radiant as the setting sun behind her, filled with that bashf...
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