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Submitted to Contest #102
Empty steps never lead anywhere, but he takes them nevertheless.The walking helps. At least, he will pretend that it does. He walks in circles along the park path and tries to convince himself that there is a destination ahead. Maybe someday there will be.He isn’t really paying attention until he begins to hear the distant syncopation of footsteps.One. Two. Three. Four.One two three four one-two-three-four-one-two-three-four louder and louder and louder still, until he looks up and suddenly everything else blurs.It was always like that. She ...
Submitted to Contest #76
russ_jameson 1/10/21 1:06 PM The rotation of the earth really makes my day. The sun’s pretty important too; it’s like the whole world revolves around it. russ_jameson 1/10/21 3:52 PM Guys guys I thought of another one! I tried to visit the moon the other day, but they told me it was full. Very proud of this one :D --- russ_jameson 1/11/21 12:25 PM My four-year-old asked me why W’s aren’t called double V’s and I’ve been thinking about this for four hours. russ_jameson 1/11/21 9:35 PM Sleeping time! Daughter: How come you’re not going to s...
Submitted to Contest #57
There are no tears for the man in the casket. He lies in the dirt, swathed in velvet drapes. Lies with his eyes closed and his arms crossed, with his lips barely parted in what could be the brink of a laugh or a cry. Around him, twelve people stand in rows. Their heads are tilted to the soil, bowed to the earth. Everything returns to earth, one way or another. And no one knows this better than these twelve, standing around their fallen soldier. There they linger, looking on at the dirt as if maybe there was a solution to… to... Because none ...
Submitted to Contest #52
He was wearing a purple sweater. It was ripped over the right shoulder, showing a sliver of pale skin underneath.A pair of jeans, the cuffs torn off to reveal mismatched socks.A dog tag necklace around his neck, its silver glinting in the sunlight.Black dress shoes. There was something kind of substance on them; you couldn’t tell what it was.“You’re not supposed to be here,” you whispered.“Sorry, darling!” he chirruped. “Can’t hear you! Gonna have to speak louder than that!”His mouth was red. Crimson red.Actually, the stuff was all over him....
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