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Weekly Contest #335
There was a knock at the front door.“I’ll get it!” Moire called from down the hall.Just as well, Declan thought. He had been preparing to open the door leading into the garage. Or had he just been coming back in? For a moment, he couldn’t remember, then realized he was carrying a full garbage bag in the other hand. He had been going out then, he realized, and turned the knob.Florescent lights flickered to life over his workshop littered with the detritus and debris of half a dozen unfinished projects. His eyes wandered over them, his mind ri...
Weekly Contest #279
I made my usual breakfast: fried spam and beans mixed with canned crushed tomatoes, seasoned with salt and pepper. It was far from a gourmet delicacy but each ingredient had the key benefit of having an extremely long shelf-life. For a moment, I stared at my bright yellow ceramic plate and missed the toast which used to be included before the bread had run out. Then I picked up my fork and began eating mechanically, hardly tasting the food. Three months had passed since I had last left the decommissioned missile silo I now called my home. It...
Weekly Contest #271
Abe was several blocks away from the Art Deco theater on the Upper East Side where he had taken in that evening’s entertainment when he reached into his coat pocket to warm his hands and was surprised to feel a slip of paper brush against his fingertips. He was normally very particular about cleaning out his pockets and could have sworn he had just had the coat dry cleaned. Pinching the paper between his thumb and index finger, he pulled it out and held it up in the dim streetlight. It was lavender, though perhaps it had once been a darker h...
Shortlisted for Contest #268 ⭐️
John Montague lived alone. While he had lovers in his younger years, he had never settled down with any of them and as middle age set in, he found that he was quite content with his lot. A successful software engineer, he had purchased a private home tucked away in a quiet corner of a popular neighborhood on the edge of town. Some nights, he lay awake thinking of the nightlife downtown and considered getting a Lyft or Uber to a trendy bar to recapture the exploits of his youth, but he always decided he would rather just stay home and watch T...
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