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Weekly Contest #355
“What are you going on about? I’d be your eyes and Lucy’d be your ears.”“This again? I never agreed to be mute nor blind. I just asked you two, and very kindly in that manner, to leave me be. Clearly, you two fools are not even capable of remembering what I told you.”People at the café seemed intrigued by the conversation happening so far, yet no one bothered to take a look. They might have been a little distressed, as the current mood of the song playing behind indicated.Lucy was out of the on-going dispute that reoccurred whenever John had...
Weekly Contest #354
have you travelled far far away and need to find your way back home, darling? this would be listed among the most humane situations, no need to be coy about it. if this is not the case, though, I’ll try and make you leave whatever it is that you are trying to leave behind. we are not in a hurry, so just leave the “thought of leaving” behind. you can leave it here.you can always find your way home, I’m not kidding! I’ll also tell you how to make a friend that would be of help, if you are struggling with making one nowadays. first, I have some...
I remember la chanson the birds sang that day. The fallen leaves and all.I remember people talking about their days. the flight instructors who struck me the most, at least, were mostly talking non-sense, and that is if they were talking at all.but beneath all that non-sense, or perhaps amongst or through it, there were mentions. mentions of things I did not even know how much I desired. I guess I never questioned if such things could actually be sensible. one Turkish post-modernist, even if he did not talk about it, wrote about a phenomeno...
I once saw the most beautiful woman on earth. Sadly, I was not on earth that day. I was looking at her, feeling dazzled, but my seat was on the moon.Normally, whenever I see such beauty, whether it might be a woman or something non-human, I feel the blues, for the beauty is not mine. Sometimes the glory is mine, but everything belongs to something, if not someone, else. I’m used to his law, and I kneeled before it. My present, in return, was a seat. A seat wherever I felt like I needed a seat. That day, no color seemed adequate to describe ...
Weekly Contest #353
This is the story of an "a". There would be at least one big heartbreak for the characters yet to come, even if they do not know it yet.It all started with those old Greek philosophers. No names are in order; we know who they are. For those about to be further interested in those old guys, I'd suggest visiting the Athens School.One of those old guys claimed, perhaps shouted: "LET THERE BE EQUALITY." Alas, our physical world was not the possible milieu for such mad thoughts. Some others who realized this impossibility, that nothing would ever...
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