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Weekly Contest #371
Deep in my heart I held a vicious all-consuming fondness for the past. It glowed brightly and validated my existence. But now, I sit here in this sprawling darkness, wondering whether my obsession with the comforts of fleeting memories was worth it. Throughout my childhood and teenage years, the only place worth visiting in the old town mall was the large cinema complex within. It held four different screen rooms of massive size and endless rows of lush theater seating. The experience always seemed like an exciting adventure. I often ...
Weekly Contest #363
That morning Emmett Clark parked his black Model-T truck and stood at the edge of the remnants of Lake Wallace, a barren desert of cracked dirt and debris surrounded by distant plains and abandoned farms. Years of intense drought and over-farming of the prairie land had long ago drained the area of life-giving water that kept the nearby town of Eiden thriving, and now Emmett traversed the lifeless ground as a shortcut to save a few minutes getting into town. As he walked, he heard the loud taunting yips of the coyotes and saw the sun slowly ...
Weekly Contest #358
When they found me slumped over the curb outside the old Ranger Inn, I had been drinking all night. I did so, not because of some sad yearning for the past or to cope with some insufferable reality, but to celebrate. I drank because hammering down copious shots of bourbon is the degenerative and destabilizing way I chose to celebrate the relief of knowing that I was finally done with this life. The small rural town of Rawlins, Wyoming was not an easy place to grow up. A desolate, arid place, it offered very little for the few who chose to ...
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