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Michael Danyluk

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The Accountant

Weekly Contest #359

Saturday afternoon: time to do some errands. I call up my friend Mike, and he says he'll join me. I put my dress shirt on, dress pants, my polished black shoes, and I'm out the door to go pick that scoundrel up. When I get to his house, I see a fatter, older version of Mike: it must be his brother, the one I've never met. I'll introduce myself. “Hi, I'm Luke. Are you Mike's brother?”“Yeah." I shake his hand. “Yeah, I'm just here to pick up Mike.”“Where are you guys going?”“To Walmart. I have a few things I have to buy for the family.”“Oh.....

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The Barn

Weekly Contest #353

Men ravaged with age, slurping white corn and frozen veggie soup, a blend of little taste, dipping stale bread, spoons in the creases of crow’s-feet mouths, slurping, heads down. The woman, beaten up and bruised, riddled with stories of selling themselves, and deep within themselves, pretending it never happened. It was dinner time at the barn. “Yeah, back in the day, you could go to jail just for loitering,” a tiny old man says, “Basically ruined my career. Couldn’t find much work after that. Nothing good at least.” “You know I finally foun...

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Terrible Tatiana

Weekly Contest #350

I couldn’t explain it — I was determined to change my ways — but somehow I knew I would screw things all up. Even though she was the perfect girl: tall, blonde, sexy, I knew it would all go to shit. They say “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks”, and “A zebra never changes its stripes”… Well, I was that zebra. Everything was peaches and cream for the first three months, but the next three months were boring. I told her about my past: how I was with many women before I met her. And she was cool with it. I told her, “I always like to flirt w...

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One Step Away From Freedom

Weekly Contest #279

Content warning: Strong language and themes of bullying, physical violence, drug use, and sexual assault.They're always staring at me; Talking about me. Why do I always have to endure their stares and whispers? I hear what they say: making fun of my hair, saying it's long and scraggly, like a girl in a horror movie that lives down a well. Talking about my clothes, how they're “raggedy, and old”.  It's not my fault. I know how I look in these baggy, secondhand clothes. I hear it all.Every day since it happened, walking the hall had...

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One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure

Weekly Contest #159

“Nope, you're not allowed in here. I'm not serving you.” “What? Why?” “Because you didn't pay last time.” “Yes I did. What are you talking about?” “You left without paying.” “I didn't have my wallet. I came back a few days later and paid the owner.” “I don't care, I'm not serving you.” Whatever,” I say, as I turn about and leave. Stupid bitch. I paid: just not the night she was serving me. I didn't have money at the time, so I lied and told her I forgot my wallet and would be right back. I had to wait a few days for the welfare check to c...

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A Blue Christmas

Weekly Contest #154

Getting ready for his date, Mark puts a brush through his hair, scrubs a brush across his teeth, and thinks all the while of Sarah’s fine ass. Nothing is better at Christmas time than having a quiet dinner with a lady. He checks his phone for the time and sends her a text:  Leaving in 20 He ties his hair back and puts on his nicest hat and leather jacket before cracking a beer and sitting down in his computer chair to listen to some Christmas music. “Christmas in Hollis” by Run DMC plays; he downs the beer; gets up, and leaves. After...

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Love, Misunderstood

Weekly Contest #152

When it gave me options on what type of sensitive material this contained, all I could think of was all of the above lol. “I can see it now, how this all ends. You're my inspiration to get help; in 2 days I'm going to treatment.” “Oh, really? How does this all end?” “Listen, man. You need help; you're in denial. You won't live long, living this way.” “I don't care, Mate, I really don't. I have a date. When I get back, we’ll have a hit.” “No, I'm done. No more hits, no more strange stories of what you do back there, no more nothing. ...

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The Library on Planet Triyn

Weekly Contest #142

The hormanchers always come in and start a big ol' rally-o-rips, and it's my job to see to it they don't go hankacher the place down. I'm a librarian by trade, but sometimes I feel more like a body-protector. As the oldies sit and read—and sip on their glourp—it's my job to round up the rough-neckers and throw them out on their zizzerts. But these hormanchers were much too big for me to handle myself, and there were three of them tussling and knocking down selves as if this were the local fight square. I had to get Fitty to help me round the...

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Lola

Weekly Contest #134

He called up an escort, he couldn't handle it: he had to get her off his mind. He missed her: he missed her face; he missed the cute way she moved, the way she would cuddle up with him and make him feel like everything in the world was alright. A hooker was a good way to take his mind off her. “Hello?” “Hey, how are you tonight hun?” “I'm good, I'm good. How are you, my love.” “Good, had a few drinks and I'm looking to have some fun.” “Oh yeah? You want me to come over?” “Yeah, come over.” “Ok, It's 250 dollars for the hour.” “That's...

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The Locked Door

Weekly Contest #130

Daddy always locks the door; he says it’s to keep the monsters out. He says I’ll leave if he doesn’t lock the door and he doesn’t want the monsters to come and take me away. He says they’ll take both of us away and well be in jail for the rest of our lives forever and ever if we ever get caught in wiggle time, so I can't tell anyone about it. Ever. But why would the monsters come and get me? There were no monsters before. I don't like being in here all the time, because I only have the same toys and I miss going to school. I want to see Br...

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You Can Checkout Anytime You Like... But You Can Never Leave

Weekly Contest #129

The inn gets pretty quiet this time of year. The snowy seasons' just about done, then it’s real quiet; completely dead. We're only one stage away from dead. When it's dead, there's nothing for me to do. I used to spend time with the wife, or at least that's how it has been the past 2 years. She left me, left me with this inn with all this shit to run; said she wanted a “better life,”. I don't blame her: this inn is a nightmare. When you settle down, you never know how it's going to end up. Two years ago, I inherited this fucking place f...

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Tea Time

Weekly Contest #128

 Shiawasena jikan tea house. I take the last puff off my cigarette, flick it; snarling and stretching my neck from side to side. It's showtime. These two bastards wait for me at the front door — wide, like refrigerators with legs — they size me up before letting me walk in. Nice little place for such nasty business; pinewood walls, and tiny oak wood tables. And across the room, a wood bar rail with a tapestry hanging over the edge. The man behind the bar cleans — tiny guy, almost cute — in his apron. Place is empty except for the prick ...

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Day Drinkin'

Weekly Contest #124

“There’s a guy that’s been gone for twenty minutes, and I don’t think he’s coming back,” my co-worker — Sarah, the daytime bartender — told me. “And he was pouring his own draft behind my back.”“I didn’t even notice anyone leave... who was it?”“The skinny guy with the crew cut. He’s never been here before. I didn’t expect any problems though; he looked pretty clean-cut... He seemed to get wasted pretty fast.”“OK, I think I know who you’re talking about... how much was his bill?”“22.97... I don’t know why he would leave on it. Jeremy told me ...

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