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I. Manuel Almo

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Down the Path

Weekly Contest #373

Well, there we were – back at the start of the oak plank path. The start though; that’s the annoying part – the start of the oak plank path is also the end of the oak plank path; and the middle. Suffice to say the oak plank path is an irritating place to be; and we were stuck in it. We, “who’s we?” as he would say – “we” was me and Peter, otherwise known as “Dale.” Why did we – the other two with me and “Dale” – call Peter “Dale”? Because, to Henriette and Divine, Peter looked like a “Dale”. So “Dale” he was. And that was who was stuck on t...

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A Fiction for Goodbye

Weekly Contest #361

“Summer was over, and so were we” - anonymous permanent marker graffiti on the backside of a stop sign somewhere in Tacoma. That night; there wasn’t really anything resembling a thought process and a plan – there was just three kids (all nineteen), a few cigars and a couple loud cars. The night before the change; all three internally asking the eternal question – what will happen? They smoked their cigars in a Tacoma parking lot overlooking the docks, the age old riddle echoing like a mournful bell through their little heads. What will happe...

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Soju Blues

Weekly Contest #360

Thonk Thonk Thonk! Bong Bong Bong! Clarence Gaines was woken by the sounds of an irate security guard banging on his back window. Not the most pleasant of awakenings, but the backseat of his 1998 Honda civic was neither the most pleasant of sleeping arrangements – so he decided to give the security guard a pass. Clarence accepted the chewing out for sleeping on private property and agreed to leave before the cops were called and he got charged for trespassing. He crawled into the drivers seat, fumbled around in his pockets for his keys, st...

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Huh, Small World

Weekly Contest #359

Trigger warning: I swear at least once. It is 8 am in Seattle, I am at a random little downtown coffee shop in the Belltown area that I’m fond of. I am looking at my bagel and lox, and I am emotionally distraught on the inside – the guy is clearly new – this is a disaster. I was raised to be grateful and clean my plate, and not complain about it, but; but! There are limits to propriety and having good manners. This new guy’s bagel is pulling a Chris Columbus; exploring new worlds it has no business being in. The bagel’s crimes are as s...

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Know the Rules

Weekly Contest #356

Crunch Crunch Crunch Crunch Crunch Crunch The snow beneath my feet was the only sound I could hear that frosty March morning. It had snowed overnight but just barely – our first snow of the winter – the pasture looked like some giant had gotten very bored and had decided to sprinkle powdered sugar on a pool table. It made for a very pretty sight; a sight I would have appreciated if it wasn’t for the sun glare reflecting off the white and directly into my still half-asleep eyes. Crunch Crunch Crunch Crunch Crunch Chores. I felt it was too ...

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Bad Rubbish

Weekly Contest #355

Trigger Note: Contains themes of grief, death, bullying, and mental health. Well, it’s weird I suppose; not knowing how to feel. Sadness, a welling of empathy from my chest, regrets; maybe nostalgia? I really didn’t know at the time – he was dead; I wasn’t… Was good riddance to bad rubbish too strong of an idiom to be thinking? Yes, it was – but then again it really wasn’t. Four teenagers, a car going too fast, three bottles of something way too strong, and no seatbelts. Kyle was no longer in the land of the living; and I was strugglin...

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