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Weekly Contest #349
“No…this can’t be!”I stumbled through the sea of bodies, unable to process what I was seeing. There were hundreds of thousands of them sprawled across the ground. And I recognized each one.They were all my family.I knelt next to one. The hairy body immediately gave it away: it was my sister. Or, at least it looked like her. It could have been my uncle. We E. coli all look the same.We are all the same.But if nothing sets us apart, why am I the only one still alive? It was an ordinary day just an hour ago. I had been in school with the other f...
Weekly Contest #340
My name is George, and all my life I’ve felt worthless.Well, that’s not entirely true. I guess being a one-dollar bill makes me worth something. But still, not much.I mean, what am I really? Something pure and intrinsically valuable like a diamond or a nugget of gold?Nope.I’m a cheap piece of paper.That’s it. The only reason I have any value at all is because people pretend I do. And apparently (since people are exceptionally delusional) they also pretend that some pieces of paper are actually worth more than others.Take Ben for example. We ...
Weekly Contest #307
Content Note: Death, grief, psychological manipulation, and implied violence. John’s world was crumbling. For three weeks he would come home every night, hoping she would be there, only to be met with a house that no longer held any purpose.He first heard what had happened by listening to the news one morning. “A major accident happened twenty minutes ago on Route 89 near Yellowbrook Road. A tour bus was found crashed at the bottom of a two-hundred-foot cliff. It seemed to have lost control on the road and drove straight through the guardrai...
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