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Weekly Contest #109
He had reached the top. The climb was finally over. He was at the summit that overlooked all others, hidden high in the clouds over his world of a domain. He looked around his new office. The walls gleamed at him, not a speck or dent in sight. His new desk stood patiently in wait, handpicked from the antique store down the block. He’d gotten rid of the one Mike used to use, the creaky old thing with a broken leg. He had never understood why the old man had such an attachment to it, he had never bothered to ask. He let himself think about his...
Weekly Contest #104
I had never been one for big crowds or grand adventures. I preferred to spend my days having a different sort of fun. One that allowed me to explore the world without the fatigue or anxiety that gripped me every time I left my apartment. One that involved me, just me, in my bedroom, alone. Well, not completely alone, I suppose. I had them with me. The princess, the witch, the Arabian knight. The rustle of the pages, the smell of an old, worn library. The characters spoke to me, or rather, I spoke to myself in the way that I imagined they wou...
Weekly Contest #102
I used to love the ocean. I loved the way the waves washed over me, a gentle caress on my sun kissed skin. I loved its ever-changing nature, the way the sand stirred beneath my feet as if alive. Inhaling and exhaling with the tide. Most of all I loved how it carried me. The way it lifted the board beneath my feet, washing me to shore. My friends called me the ocean’s lap dog. I suppose it was true. Surfing, for me was like a never-ending game of fetch. The ocean drew me in, then sent me back again to shore. I was faithful, of course. At dawn...
Weekly Contest #101
There was a light, it seeped through the edges of the blinds. An invader, although not unwelcomed. “There, there Steven.” There was a woman in white, sitting me up in bed. “You took a nasty fall back there, had me worried half to death! Looked like you were chasin’ somethin’, heaven forbid we lose you in this place!” She chuckled. Something smelled good, like slightly burnt croissant. “Who are you?” I asked. “I’m nurse Rosie,” she answered cheerily, “You had me yesterday, n’ last week too.” “I’m sorry,” I shook my head, “I’m not sure I rem...
Weekly Contest #99
I had always hated my name, well, more specifically my middle name. I was named Mary Stephen Jones on the 21st of March, 2004. A little girl with a boy’s middle name that had no correlation with her first name whatsoever. I blamed my parents, of course. Who, when I asked the reason for my name merely answered, “That was your grandfather’s name.” And perhaps it was unempathetic of me but I never understood why I had to carry my grandfather’s name. I had never met him, so I assumed he passed on before I was born, or at least before I had enoug...
Weekly Contest #97
The stars glittered softly in the night sky, silently watching over the world below. They held the wisdoms of the universe, twinkling omniscently in the darkness. One winked out of existence as another one appeared. Perhaps obscured by the clouds, perhaps burnt out forever. One is born as one is taken away. How poetic. I wondered what happened to the ones that passed. Wondered if they could somehow, miraculously shine again. It was to them I prayed, to the pillars of the sky. As it was said that the stars showed the way home for those that w...
Weekly Contest #96
The visitors came in heats. In swarms of nameless faces. The herds blundered after one another, each seemingly more prolific than the last. They pressed into the room in shadowy thickets, compressing the place like a hot air balloon, the endless train of smiles and sympathies trundled on until, finally, under the night’s safe haven, it stopped. The visiting room gave a sigh of relief as the house settled into a deep, exhausted sleep. It was these long periods of silence that I enjoyed most, although by enjoy I mean… well… As much as i could ...
Weekly Contest #94
The lioness sits amidst the shadows, unobserved. The tall, yellow grass passes over her head. She waits and watches, patiently picking out her prey. I took a sip of my martini, the familiar scent of alcohol wafted through the air. The scent of sweat and perfume, mixed with the booming music and flashing lights released adrenaline through my body. A good night for a hunt, I thought. I watch as he puts down his drink tentatively, as if unsure as to whether he should be drinking this much. I catch his eye and raise an eyebrow. A silent toast a...
Weekly Contest #93
Tw: Self-harm and suicide“Mum’s going to kill us,” I said as I scrubbed a particularly stubborn smear of lip stick off the kitchen counter, “She is absolutely going to kill us.”“Then scrub faster, idiot.” Mary mumbled, chuckling to herself. Her feet curled underneath her as she slid onto the floor, spilling the glass of water in her hands.I looked at her and sighed. In her state, she was more trouble than she was worth. The water on the floor crept outwards, falling through the cracks in the floorboards. Great I was going to have to mop it a...
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