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Weekly Contest #350
Virginia rubbed her gnarled fingers across the headstone that read: Bill William Williams IV1939-2002A father, husband, brother, son, and friend, beloved by all. A tear slid down her face. It traveled the time-weathered path of her deeply wrinkled cheeks from years of living, laughing, and loving as the inscribed sign above her entryway door courtesy of her daughter’s tasteful decorative pallet indicated. She didn’t know who TJ Maxx was, but she assumed he was a popular modern-day artist akin to the Jackson Pollock or Salvadore Dali of her t...
Weekly Contest #343
An Encryptor documents the multidimensional ending of a person’s death. The love, horror, sadness, grotesquery of any solitary moment. Once crafted, that single moment is dropped into an ethereal sea of millions of other moments, overlapped, forgotten, and dissolved until used again. These moments of death are the only thing left of a person’s existence. Nothing to recall who the person was or what the person did or did not do, but only the singular moment of a person’s death felt by those around them can be molded into their droplet. The E...
Weekly Contest #326
The best part of Ole Uncle Pip’s funeral stunts were watching the funerary staff grapple with the circus as we challenged every preconceived notion of what a true “Celebration of Life” could look like. Boys and girls, men and women, and every gender in between strode confidently in a face full of stage makeup to attend the seventh funeral of their longest and most beloved clown: Pipplio the Peculiar to those in the audience, but Ole Uncle Pip to us in the troupe. While no one in the troupe knew how old Pip was for there wasn’t a member amon...
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