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Weekly Contest #354
A drop of water pelting my nose wakes me to another monotonous day. Crisp spring air carries notes of last night’s rainfall. If there’s ever a reprieve from the rain, it’s for a brief window in the wee hours of the morning. The hours I usually prefer to spend sleeping. Chirps and caws bounce off brick walls like ping-pong balls. Sunlight beams through the old frosted glass, casting a scene of a bustling world of shadows, colours, and light refraction.My naked toes and my button nose tingle from drafts of cold air. I run warm, so I like to le...
Weekly Contest #346
CW: death, suicidal ideation, cancer, vomit. I hate funerals.I haven’t been to many, but the ones I have been to, well, they didn’t exactly put the fun in funeral. But this one I couldn’t miss. I don’t want anyone to recognize me, so I’m wearing a black baseball cap and tinted glasses, which I understand isn’t respectful dress code for a funeral, but I’m pretty sure the dead guy won’t mind. I wait until the very last second before the service starts to sneak in and discreetly find a spot at the back of the room.Whoever organized the funeral ...
Weekly Contest #345
*This story contains the use of homophobic slurs. The glow of the flickering open sign hanging crooked in the window. The whining creak of the door in harmony with the jingling of a bell as it swings open. Thick air smelling of old cigarettes and even older grease mixed with coffee, bacon, and garlic. The hum of deep fryers and beeping appliances, and the same Garth Brooks CD on repeat through a single broken speaker.This is paradise.At least, at 2:37 AM, after a long night of serving vodka cranberries to wasted twinks and their coked-up da...
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