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Reality was having a Monday, with a capital M.Never mind that it was Thursday. Or that Monday always began with a capitalized M. Or that both Mondays and Thursdays only existed on Earth. That was all beside the point.Ron liked that about Earth, though: the calendars. Really, humans had something special going on with them. They were great with organizational skills, and he appreciated that, given his role as Manager of Accounts Payable. He was just one cog in the Existence machine, but lately Ron felt he might be the only one to really ...
Submitted to Contest #269
CW: cancer, death, grief, alcohol abuseThe crystal decanter casts rainbows of ruby onto the floor, where I lie, too. Red. Such a pretty color.The prism to its left, however, isn’t a healthy thing to keep around, and I should honestly toss it.It’s not that I particularly enjoy Pink Floyd’s music. Their discography holds a bittersweet, flagellatory interest for me now, but Carrie saw me spiral—or listen, I suppose, from her point of view—to Brain Damage, back when I let her see me at all, and decided to gift the little light-bender to me for ...
Submitted to Contest #268
"You look like him," the woman with the quiet voice spoke through the mesh of the confessional window. “All men do."Father Giardino was twenty-five. He was new to this life spent in service to the Lord. This was his first time hearing a confession as an ordained priest, and she was his first penitent. The curse of inexperience weighed heavily on him, and, well...he wished the woman would speak up.“Whom did you say I resemble? You're speaking a bit too softly. I didn’t hear you.”She was silent for such a long moment that the priest thought sh...
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