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Weekly Contest #330
Goodbye DavidAs a teenager, I picked up a guitar, eager to connect, and started jamming and singing with my friends I met at my new school. We formed a band and passionately performed Irish dance routines for our local crowd. Honestly, catching the attention of the teenage boys was incredibly thrilling. It was all innocent fun, but those moments became some of my most cherished lifelong memories.My friend Ita had a brother named David, and he quickly became another reason I looked forward to chilling with our band. Eventually, he asked me ou...
Weekly Contest #329
The enforced global social distancing has basically turned everyone into a hermit, including myself, who never signed up for a social life in the first place. I’m a dedicated middle-aged professional, which is just a fancy way of saying I spend my days pretending my Zoom calls are essential. I live alone in a modern apartment on the tenth floor, with a view of the city lights that I’ve stared at so much that I'm sure they have moved an inch to the right on several occasions (or maybe that’s the wine). After a long day of back-to-back meeting...
Weekly Contest #328
Running away to Granny’s house. I remember Granny Norah’s thatched cottage with fluorescent red roses in the garden with the utmost affection. In fact, Granny's house was such a haven for my three younger brothers and me that I recall trying to run away there when I was a young boy. Every Saturday morning at home, our house was full of hustle and bustle as Mum and Dad busied themselves preparing for Sunday. Everybody’s best clothes are prepared, and shoes are shined within an inch of their lives. Saturday night was the weekly wash, when we a...
This story contains content which may upset some on the topic of traumatic grief and loss. The enforced global social distancing has basically turned everyone into a hermit, including myself, who never signed up for a social life in the first place. I’m a dedicated middle-aged professional, which is just a fancy way of saying I spend my days pretending my Zoom calls are essential. I live alone in a modern apartment on the tenth floor, with a view of the city lights that I’ve stared at so much that I'm sure they have moved an inch to the rig...
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