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Weekly Contest #352
I never watched the video, but I might as well have. My brain reconstructed it for me, over and over, always in that muted palette of a surveillance video. I saw her clinging to the window ledge before losing grip, plummeting to the slate gray rocks below. I heard the splintering of her bones as one femur burst outward and the other shattered to dust.I didn’t need to watch the video. The surgeons were thorough, describing the injuries like they were giving a lecture on the anatomy of a catastrophe. They didn’t realize I hadn’t known about th...
Weekly Contest #190
Speak now. He paused, confused. These days, the voices usually babbled in the background, giggling and gossiping and god knows what else. They whispered when he was on the street. They whispered at night when he was trying to sleep. They whispered constantly, but they rarely made sense. Speak now. “About what?” he asked. Valeria gave him a puzzled look. She put her french fry down. “Are you hearing voices again?” Uli blinked back embarrassment. He cleared his throat. “No. I just…I was thinking out loud.” The voices returned...
Weekly Contest #189
The paw prints disappeared into the snow. They were buried beneath the falling flakes faster than she could chase them. Her own prints faded, too, as she left them behind. She'd taken off so quickly she hadn't thought to grab gloves, or a hat, or anything more than her coat. The tip of her nose tingled now as it went numb with cold. She couldn't find the fox. She trudged through the open fields of snow towards the neighbors’ land. There weren't many places to hide in these fields. Not a tree on the dusky horizon, no accepting arms ...
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