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Weekly Contest #331
Nothing Freezes Faster Than TrustFrozen to the bone, he walks briskly from the gym toward home. The falling snow tickles his collar and crackles beneath his shoes. David looks forward to curling up with Olivia by the fireplace, a good glass of wine within reach, wrapped in her sparkling enthusiasm. The thought alone warms him straight through the cutting wind.He crosses the frozen pond and slips as he steps from the ice onto the snow-covered grass. “Fucking ice,” he mutters to himself. Just as he’s about to get up, he sees something black ly...
Weekly Contest #330
“Who here knows what looners are?” Irene had asked earlier that evening.The six former classmates, now fused into three married couples, were gathered for their annual dinner. This time Irene was the host, and she inhabited that role with theatrical devotion. Irene was intense—sometimes a touch too intense. Her husband Bart was the self-appointed chef beverage. A steady man. Exactly what she needed.The voices around the table were loud. There was plenty to talk about. Helen, for instance, was on the verge of tears. She had that particular wa...
Weekly Contest #329
CW: Substance abuse, Mental health “I’m dying,” I whine, like a hypochondriac drama queen.Whiskey, my only housemate, looks at me with pure contempt. Even my cat hates me.“I have no food.”“I have no water.”“My litter box is filthy.”“My pee and shit are all over the house.”“Neatly next to the hairballs I’ve puked up.”“Just like I puke you up.”“I get no attention.”“I want a different owner.”I ignore him. I’ve sunk so low that even the welfare of my loyal four-legged companion no longer interests me.I hold my hair — wet strands stuck to my face...
Weekly Contest #328
UNFOUNDED FOUNDATIONI remember the night with my in-laws at the restaurant. If there is one thing I despise, it’s mockery disguised as laughter. How easily people can reduce someone to a joke — and laugh as if cruelty is entertainment.I sat among them like a guest actress in a play I had never auditioned for. The atmosphere was staged, the conversations shallow. My husband was utterly at ease, as if my presence were optional. Their laughter was too loud, their gestures too deliberate — as if they wanted me to see that I didn’t belong.Then so...
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