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Weekly Contest #379
Where to begin? No. Wait. Don’t answer that. I’ve long since learned the answer to that, and all those other questions, doesn’t matter. Maybe it never did. I remind myself for the… how many times has it been now? A hundred? A thousand? More than that? I live here. I’ve been living here for years. I’m safe here. This is my home, where I live, and it’s my bed to sleep in and my food to eat. I have a job and friends. I can see those friends when I want. My life isn’t as bad as I think it is. Right? I look in the mirror. The thing I see in the g...
Weekly Contest #378
The morning light shone in through the windows as I pulled the curtains. I enjoyed the sunlight. And it was going to be a day where I’d get to enjoy all this sunlight to the fullest! Just like always. Today was going to be fun. A day out at the mall with some friends, nothing more, nothing less. I got in the car, slipped in like I’d always had it. Nothing of interest happened on the way there, which was always a good sign. I met up with my group just outside the entrance to the movie theater section, our favorite meetup place. Sarah, Melody,...
“Honey?” “Yes?” I called back. “Can I ask you something?” “Go ahead.” I saw nothing wrong. It was an innocent question… but the pit growing in my stomach told me otherwise. My instincts never let me down… for better and for worse. “You left your diary open and… what kind of writing is that?” “What do you mean?” I hoped and prayed to whoever listened to humans that this wasn’t going where I thought it was about to go. “Google Translate can’t even identify the script… is that some sort of cipher? Why is your entire diary written like that?” “H...
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