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Weekly Contest #262
These Southerners didn’t know a thing about traffic circles. The unnecessary stopping, the signaling, the inching forward then stopping. Just make up your mind, and go, people. Traffic circles were to keep things moving, for heaven’s sake. Good thing they hadn’t put in multi-lane traffic circles yet–that would certainly give them a heart attack. And the name: they were traffic circles, not roundabouts. Roundabouts sounded like a walk in the park, a slow promenade around a pond full of ducks. But of course that would be their style. The...
Weekly Contest #261
Content warnings: Suicide, substance use Dear Leo, You know I don’t write letters. I’ve always been more into physics than philosophy. Maybe that’s just an excuse. It’s hard to talk about how I feel. I mean, that’s how we were brought up, to keep everything inside. Look at me. You’re–you’re not even here and I’m having trouble writing the words down. What I mean to say is, I am so, so sorry. And thank you. For everything. -J Dear Leo, I’m gonna try again. That last letter was bad. Micah loves details. Tina, ...
Weekly Contest #230
By Dido TW: Mentions of Suicide, Physical Violence He’s not Sychaeus. He left me. He decided he would leave me, then pretended like he didn’t marry me in the woods with all of nature as our witness. The leaf-wreathed dryads and stream-clothed naiads sang out our wedding hymns. For heaven’s sake, the very lightning bolts were our wedding torches! Once, he had set my heart on fire with love, but after he left, I burned like I myself was that torch, dipped in pitch. He decided he would leave me, and then claimed, “Oh, the gods are forcing ...
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