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Weekly Contest #304
Sensitive themes: mental health, emotional abuse, swearing He couldn’t walk in the months leading up to his death. Probably just another inevitable side effect of aging. Temporary. He’d be able to walk again in a few days. That’s what he told them when they insisted he see his doctor. A few days passed and he still couldn’t walk and he still didn’t go see his doctor. Something inside him was plugged up—a blockage somewhere deep in his rusty, liver spotted pipes that threw up fumes and caused him to splutter with every step. Still, constant t...
Weekly Contest #82
Guests were arriving at 1pm which was exactly one hour away. Ted was lying on the floor because his bed was too soft for the kind of thinking he was doing. His laptop was beside him. The carpet was taking a beating from his hands which clenched and unclenched dramatically and with a steady increase in urgency whenever he checked the time on his computer screen. An hour of peace remained and still the paragraph he’d typed yesterday remained unfinished and hopelessly inadequate. You’re a failure. You can’t even write a full paragraph, how coul...
Weekly Contest #80
There was nothing extraordinary about the old woman at first glance. She had short, frosted hair that swept across her forehead like a wave over bright, intelligent eyes. She was not particularly interesting and did not particularly stand apart from anyone else who was waiting to enter one of the polling booths. Had someone been unusually struck by her appearance; however, and observed her more closely, they would have detected an air of great patience about her, as though there were nowhere else she would rather be than in that preci...
Weekly Contest #50
Chesterfield. What the hell is he doing in Chesterfield? Bridget swallows back some bile. She has a habit of becoming nauseous whenever she's nervous. The acidity makes her eyes water so she closes them. And sees fast food wrappers scattered on the floor. Most of the food is still in them, the ingredients simply mangled and rearranged by hands that are shaking much too hard. Bridget opens her eyes. Google maps is open on her computer screen. The flashing dot that is her husband remains on Chesterfield, a town that is about 20 minutes...
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