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Weekly Contest #347
Trigger warning - eating disorder She stepped on the bathroom scale. Stepping back off, Lily let out a disgusted sigh, ran her hands through her hair and commenced brushing her teeth. Being a scale, He couldn’t say much. He could just reflect back a digitized number that didn’t mean much to him, but seemed to mean a lot to Lily. She was pulling on thick wool socks and then several layers of leggings and sweatpants, and then she was gone. He could tell when she was upset; she didn’t listen to music as she got ready. He thought of himself as “...
Weekly Contest #188
tw- violence, reference to suicide - I found it on the dark web. That should have been my first indication that there would be a catch. Like a lot of similarly minded weirdos I have a drab sense of curiosity and was avoiding real feelings in my corporeal life by perusing the extreme oddities of others. Sounds healthy, right? I was submerged in some bizarre auction, where the auctioneer was called “COMPUTER” and those participating in the bidding had screen names made of only numbers. My user was called “Jamesy6...
Weekly Contest #187
Every day started the same. Before the club, that is. This rainy morning started the same as always: I looked in the mirror with my eyes squinted. The squinting helped me not to see it. I had trained my eyes only to look at my forehead, or at my lips and chin... I just couldn’t look... I could NOT look at... it. My computer is set up in one corner of my studio apartment. Sometimes to strangers in chat rooms I would refer to it as my: “home office”. It was a desk with a fold-out partition ...
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