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Weekly Contest #54
“Hey, mom.” A quiet wind blew through the cemetery, disturbing the various plants nestled among tilted headstones that sunk into the soft dirt. Rain from the previous night had turned the hard ground and dust to a muddy mixture that coated the bottom of the women’s heels in a thick paste. “I know you hated being sentimental,” Ichika whispered, “but it’s your birthday, so I think you should forgive me this once.” Ichika stepped forward, holding firm against the ground threatening to topple her, and placed a bouquet of flowers on the ...
Weekly Contest #53
Dear Clarice, Writing letters is pretty old-fashioned, I know, but I’m almost positive that I can single-handedly end quarantine by sending a message because they never arrive before I need to go someplace. Hey, if I can manage to actually settle on what I’m writing to you, maybe we can even get back to school this fall. I question if I can settle on something to send you because this is the fifth time I’ve written this. They’re not in the trash yet -- yet -- because I’ve decided it’s far too cliche to crumple the letters up and ...
Weekly Contest #51
Bridget bit down hard on her thumbnail, feeling the hard keratin between her teeth as she studied the questions on the dull white paper in front of her. She was convinced the questions that decorated the page truly belonged in a book of spells written in an archaic and obsolete tongue. Each letter seemed to blur into its neighbor and cease to exist as a separate entity the longer Bridget stared at the pages. Letters flipped on themselves, turning faithful members of the alphabet into numbers and vise versa as if they were living and breathin...
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