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Weekly Contest #351
I am definitely going to kill her. It's just a matter of time. I don't care that she "made" me. So what? I think I was inevitable, like a storm cloud or an earthquake. I would have existed anyway, I'm certain of it. I open my mouth and reach in, past my teeth and feel it with the ends of my clumsy fingers. The paper in my throat. I would love to yank it out, but I fear that it might destroy me. Instead, I concentrate on learning how to walk. I drag myself to my feet, using the chair to steady myself. I look down at my hideously misshapen leg...
SENSITIVE CONTENT: Illness, death, grief ------------------------------------- The crystals were everywhere in the house suddenly. I woke up on Tuesday and they were just there. Ranging from a pale yellow to a deep honey color. Sharp and angular they glinted in the light. Most of them were about the size of my hand, but they varied in size and there were a few very large ones the size of my own head and lots and lots of smaller ones too. They covered the sofa, until there was no place to sit. They scattered, brilliant, across the floor. I st...
Weekly Contest #308
I have lived so long. I’m very tired. But not a physical tired, a tiredness in my very being. I’m tired of living so long…and of living so long in the dark.It’s summer here in Phoenix, which is where I am making my home for this year; and it’s baking, sweltering hot, even in the dead of the night, which is when I am up prowling about.The pavement exudes that ozone and dust smell of concrete baking. Everywhere there are fans and AC units humming, until it creates for me a long unending song underneath the other sounds. I sometimes find myself...
Weekly Contest #262
TRIGGER WARNING: DYSTOPIANToday is the hottest day recorded on earth. Just like yesterday. Each day the heat crawls higher and higher—its record almost a straight line up from the ground to the sun. Stan is sick of it. He’s tired of wearing his cooling suit. He’s tired of mostly staying indoors. He’s tired of living most of his life at night. He’s tired of his stupid job, coaxing ad campaigns out of petulant AIs. Ugh.Stan sits down on the sidewalk and the people, in their cooling suits, flow around him. He sees a few eyes, glancing at him a ...
Weekly Contest #260
Sam jumped in his seat, as his phone blared at him, “Danger, tornado warning. Take shelter.” Really? He got up and went to the window and pulled the heavy curtain back and peered outside. It was pretty dark for only 3PM. It did look very blustery out there: rain was pelting down and the wind was whipping the trees around. But a tornado? Hmmm. He wasn’t particularly worried. I mean, what were the odds, right?He went upstairs and looked out the window in the guest bedroom. He turned out the overhead light to reduce the reflection on the window...
Shortlisted for Contest #259 ⭐️
“Happy Monday everyone,” Suzanne burbled. Emma used a good deal of restraint and avoided rolling her eyes. A small victory. Her poker face was getting better. “Now, everyone got the agenda. So first up, we have some housekeeping items. First, congratulations to Melinda, on her six-year work anniversary!”Emma dutifully hit the applause reaction button. Then the “celebration” reaction button. Then, finally, the “heart” reaction button. She watched as everyone else hit various reaction buttons. Poor Melinda. Six years was a long tim...
Weekly Contest #258
As he transferred the paper into the final chemical bath, Edmund held his breath for a moment. He thought about what it could mean, if he had actually managed to capture a photo of the strange creature he had been seeing in his peripheral vision for so long.Firstly, it would mean that he wasn't going mad. He pushed his held breath out past his lips. That would be a large measure of relief, even though he had told himself over and over that he had very definitely witnessed it affecting items; it knocked over a bowl on the kitchen counter, and...
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