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Iris Raffensperger

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A Woman's Understanding of Fictional Voids and Sleepless Nights

Weekly Contest #362

Sitting at my writing desk at 5:39 am with a glass of ice water and zero hours of sleep in my system. Ready to start my literary day. Firstly, I check my email; no new messages. I double check that I absolutely sent that email to an agent; I had. At 5:42, I refill my water. Later I will have to pee.My current work is sitting abandoned in a google docs folder as I wait for agents to look it over; so I google writing prompts. I can’t find any good ones, but I am amused by the memes I find. The clock hands tick by as I continue to scroll. Then ...

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The Plot Knows You're Here

Weekly Contest #336

Mother: Thomas Alphonse remove yourself from any current entanglements and come downstairs posthaste! Thomas: Mother, your jests are hilarious, I do not sleep with many blankets, what is there to be entangled with? Mother: “Thomas, there are three whores in your bed” Whore 1: A wise woman Whore 2: How can she see us? The door is closed and she is downstairs Thomas: I have strong suspicions my mother is a witch. Now ladies, I am going to go soothe the beast while you reacquire your clothes[Thomas bounds down the stairs partially dressed] Tho...

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The Vineyard

Weekly Contest #335

The smell of rotting grapes drifts upward into the atmosphere. A path once clear now strewn with vines. An old man walks down the path; his cane pushing the overgrown vines out of his way. The metal tip of the cane scrunching along the dirt path. To his left and right rotted trellises break down. Ants crawl up and down the latticed wood looking for food; the grapes too rotten to eat. He turns, stopping to inspect one of the dilapidated trellises. The rotten grapes, much more fragrant closer up, a vinegar-like smell. What once were purple b...

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