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Weekly Contest #373
“What’s it say, Jules?” “It says that anyone wearing red to prom tonight will regret it,” I said, reading the flyer posted on one of the bathroom stalls. “Well, that’s probably the dumbest shit I’ve heard today. Who cares what color dress we wear?” asked Charlie, washing her hands. “Do you think corsages count? What if Tristan gives me a red flower?” I asked. “Jules, it’s a prank. It’s not serious. Some joke some senior is playing,” Charlie said over the vrummm of the air dryer. My dress was champagne, but I’d been thinking of accenting it w...
Weekly Contest #372
The crisp, mechanical clacking sound of flippers striking was starting to grate on Stewart. Ker-chunk. Ker-chunk. The kerchunk-kerchunk-kerchunk had to be for the frantic players, he guessed. When Sarah had suggested they meet up at PinBAR, Stewart had thought it would be fun. He had never played pinball before. He could get over the unfamiliar layout. But PinBAR was dark. Ownership was probably counting on the bright lights of the twenty or so pinball machines to do most of the illuminating. It might have been enough for most people, but th...
Weekly Contest #370
Ambrose waited for things to slow down so he could move his feet again. He watched unblinking, as time rewound around him. From the blurs around him on the sidewalk, this rewind was going fast. He’d have to make up days when things finally stopped. Thankfully he was close to his apartment when time, and life, stopped this morning. As he waited and watched people go back inside, un-spill their coffee, and the like, he thought about the peculiar fact that his time travelling had been happening a lot more frequently of late. Used to be he would...
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