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Submitted to Contest #330
The cicadas screamed like the world was ending. No one paid them any mind. Nagoya Station buzzed, a collective hum of travellers transferring to towns they’d rather be in, salarymen on flip phones arranging meetings to arrange future meetings, a cult chanting their tired hymn of purity, purity, purity, and the unmistakable universal female cry of KAWAII. Eager to escape that word, Aaron jumped into the stream, soon swallowed by the all-consuming crowd. The feet all marched to a perfect beat. All except Aaron’s. Always a step behind. He knew ...
Submitted to Contest #329
Inspired by Tatsuya Nakadai (December 13, 1932 – November 8, 2025) A kiss goodnight. That was all Kyoka gave to Josh. That was all she ever seemed to give him lately, before she curled up with some book about hyperfungated soil or whatever agricultural nonsense her job involved. It had barely even been on his lips tonight. There was no two ways about it. Josh knew exactly why she refused to touch him lately. She could try to hide it, and Buddha knows she tried. The root of the problem was as clear as day. Male pattern baldness. She thought h...
Submitted to Contest #328
Contains ideas of racism and xenophobia. Cherry blossoms only bloom in the spring. No one had thought to tell James. His dream of a blossom-filled life in Nagoya had withered on his first morning in the share house, courtesy of his very welcoming housemate, Kazuki. He may have dispelled the fantasy of a permanent parade of showering pink petals, but he compensated for it by detailing the city’s best brothels and their 'buxom babes' through the power of broken English and Google Translate. This must be the famed Japanese kindness he’d learned...
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