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Submitted to Contest #339
Now that I’ve opened the notebook, and am thinking the thoughts that I’m penning on paper, I feel insane. But my curiosity has overtaken me, and writing everything down like this is the only way I’ll be able to piece together what’s going on with him. I only have two bullets: - Record what I see, - And use that shit to find out what the heck is going on. He was always one to indulge in mystery, but he had to admit, the most compelling aspect of this secret study was the opportunity for an increase in rank. If he explored this and reported ...
Submitted to Contest #289
“And hereeee we go.” Describing where I am is difficult. Like, I know where I am—I can sense it—but putting it into words seems impossible. The ground is ground-like; I must be standing on something. And even though there’s “space” as far as the idea can see (white? Colorless? Empty??) there are walls that are wall-like, taller than I can reach, and boxing me in.There’s very little to be said about how things look, and much more about how things feel.It doesn’t feel like I’m anywhere in particular, but the thought that I’m in such a strange ...
Submitted to Contest #186
“...What is that you’re holding?” “Connley Cabot? Ha! That’s so like you to have such an insufferable name—is that why you were scouted?” “My ID.” “And the rest of your stuff in this pretty little satchel you’ve got. I love the little flowers~” “Don’t shake it.” “Oh. Surely you don’t mean like this?” “You’re having fun now, but it’s gonna come back to bite you in the ass, tenfold.” “You mean…you’re coming back to ‘bite me in the ass’?” “No. I’ll be the indiscernible blur barreling toward you.” “Ah.” “With my arm cocked ba...
Submitted to Contest #173
My vision starts misty and groggy; my focus fine-tuning with every blink. I’m on the couch, I’m still wearing jeans, what time is it, how much time have I lost now–? …I’m covered in Isaac’s weighted blanket. That asshole. He’s always insistent that I get a “good night’s sleep” upon coming home and taking a warm bath, like such a thing even exists in my line of work. I get it though, I do. Appreciate it. Still. My phone is face up, charging, and plugged into the nearby power strip. I reach over to grab it, but the blanket roughly roll...
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