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Weekly Contest #326
Mark chuckled emptily at his phone screen, as something moderately amusing occurred in an Instagram reel that would no doubt be forgotten for ever ten seconds later. He was on hour two of scrolling, and although his brain screamed at him to do something beyond rotting on his sofa, to just go outside like he'd been planning to do all day, his body was showing no signs of complying. The sun briefly emerged from behind the wispy clouds that obscured much of the sky outside his window, sending a piercing ray straight into his eyes. He squinte...
Weekly Contest #275
John strolled through the ancient woodland, the sound of the pattering rain soothing his overworked mind, and the evening light glistening on the leaves that carpeted the ground. He was grateful for the chance to enjoy nature without having to think about it. He stopped for a moment and watched a robin forage in the leaf litter, throwing leaves aside with a flourish as it searched for beetles. John had almost forgotten what it felt like to walk through countryside without a sweep net or an insect trap in hand. The life of an entomologist wa...
Weekly Contest #219
I sit in my dimly lit room, cocooned by my chair, the light of forty lurid visions of distorted life washing over my face. I am alone, the unsettling apparitions on my screen my only company, as I dispel the gentle claws of sleep with an occasional sip of coffee. The images on the screens slowly swirl in and out of focus, the movements of the almost-people just slightly jerky; like stop-motion set up by a careless cameraman. Not that these visions were filmed by any man. I am watching dreams.  ...
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