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Weekly Contest #340
“That’s the story you went with?” Koji said as he sat across from me. “Yeah…” I replied, taking the last few sips of my beer. We were sitting at a table in our usual, tacky bar, slightly drunk and ready to have our fourth meaningless debate of the night. “Your daughter is getting a bit old for fantastical stories like that, isn’t she? There’s no way she bought that, right?” Koji threw mini-pretzels into his mouth, without breaking eye contact. “You definitely should’ve told her something more believable.” “When you have a daughter of your ow...
Weekly Contest #338
As James got off the elevator and approached his desk at his corporate job, he was surprised to see that his tools and belongings were packed tightly into a small, overflowing cardboard box. “I understand… thank you.” Was all he could say upon hearing that he was fired from his job. James wasn’t a particularly smart person, nor was he charismatic, or handsome, or hardworking. He was below average in just about every regard, which he felt was the root of all the problems in his life. His girlfriend of three months had left him for someone els...
Weekly Contest #335
I was sitting alone at my dining table when I got the call. It was from the police station of my hometown, a place I haven’t been to in over 20 years. The man on the other side of the call told me that my father was dead. He wasn’t able to explain in much detail other than the fact that my father was found dead in his apartment, and that it wasn’t suspected to be a case of murder. I packed my suitcase with about three days’ worth of clothing and toiletries, got in my car, and began the eight-hour drive back to my hometown.My father wasn’t a ...
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