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Weekly Contest #312
I feel her touch before I even open my eyes — fingers following the line of my spine like it's hers to follow."Morning," she whispers, her lips brushing the shell of my ear.I mumble something—half a word, half a wish. I'm still drifting between the edges of sleep and her skin, and I want to stay lost there for a bit longer."You were talking in your sleep again," she says, voice curled in a smile. "Something about the sky being gone."I turn over. She's already dressed in that soft grey shirt she always wears in the mornings, skin glowing wher...
Weekly Contest #310
Eli didn’t mean for anyone to read it. It had been a joke — a Tuesday-night-at-2AM mistake, born out of boredom and silence. The kind that sneaks up on you when your apartment sounds like someone hit mute on life — not in a poetic way, just like someone forgot to turn you back on.Freelancing gave him the freedom to work when he wanted, wear whatever, and slowly disappear into the furniture. He hadn’t heard another human voice in days. At one point, he’d considered calling tech support just to feel something.He named the bot LOOM. Because why...
Weekly Contest #219
If you were to ask me what I do for a living, I would confidently answer that I am a hardworking, capable, and resilient security guard who acknowledges the high levels of responsibility that come with my role. The truth? I am the embodiment of a huge sloth that spends half of the night shift sleeping and the other half thinking about how lovely the act of sleeping is. Nobody can blame me when I have the most legendary edition of all workplace recliners, also known as the "plastic chair," under my butt. Large, parallel holes in the seat pr...
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