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Submitted to Contest #199
CW: Mental health issuesThe circumstances under which I met Darkness are as strange as the way through which he acquired his nickname. On a rainy spring day, I was walking with my friend Steve through the park, looking for a place where we could play our guitars. We walked until the park slowly became a forest. The rain intensified so we found a dry spot, a fallen tree trunk sheltered by the leaves of alder trees. To the right of me, somewhere behind the wild bushes, a quiet and unlit rugby field was covered in droplets of rain. St...
Shortlisted for Contest #196 ⭐️
Horace wakes up at 6:30 AM. He gazes toward his wife but she’s brazenly curled up in a ball with her back toward him. After sighing his morning sigh, Horace gets up and walks to his study. He glances at his bonsai tree. It’s obsessively trimmed. He then sets Newton’s cradle in motion and begins his ritual of looking into the brown eyes reflecting back at him from the mirror, putting on his suit, and rehearsing the meeting’s talking points. Newton’s restless balls set the rhythm. As he’s mentally orating, Horace fixates on certain words in hi...
Submitted to Contest #138
The heat left its mark on every little sand particle in the desert but that year was different, the Year of Maya as we call it today. The ground began to fade and grew lines until it looked like chapped lips. The little bugs with their bell-like ringing began to die out from thirst. Maya remembered finding their black carcasses burning under the unyielding sun. Because the bugs began to die out, the desert jackals became hungry and starved. Maya still shudders to this day when she remembers finding a half-eaten jackal while playing with her ...
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