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Submitted to Contest #98
Roq couldn’t count the times he had flushed the toilet. For some time, it was the only sound that he heard. He couldn’t recognize even his own breathing. The comfort room had given him more comfort than he had for the past few days (he chuckled at himself for the pun). Deciding he couldn’t stay inside any longer as it might draw suspicions, he returned to the room. No one was there to welcome him but a small, short-legged bed. His face immediately soured. He hated it. He absolutely despised the bed. It would have barely fit him if he...
Submitted to Contest #92
Interview TranscriptAudio: Reed.mp4April 23, 2001I: Thank you for agreeing with another interview, Reed. I hope it wasn't a problem for you.Sure. I can't seem to remember it though. Where did we stop last time?I: Your uncle's death. You were talking about him. Ah yes, that's right. You were asking me about him. I think I was telling you how I knew he was dead.I: Yes, and you said you found him lifeless on the floor?Yes, but at that time I didn't know he was dead. There was barely a sign when I got home.There was no blood.The windows were clo...
Submitted to Contest #86
“Are you not tired of being alone?” He asks. She falls silent, her arms growing weak under his grip. The question swims dangerously in her head. It’s like he threw a pebble in a still pond, causing ripples to go deep, disturbing the motionless stream of thoughts that is— or was— her mind. Her eyes travel from his eyes to the ground, noticing the yellow alyssum budding along the cracks on this chunk of fairly huge rock. Is she really tired of being alone? The truth is that she has never questioned that choice. It w...
Submitted to Contest #85
That's the thing about this city, you've lived in it for two decades and you still get lost. It's not that it ridiculously spans over a million miles. Someone who designed this place just probably thought it was fun to mess with people’s heads.The buildings scatter like a labyrinth, with the roads leading to a dead-end and the walkways running in circles. Each time someone boldly attempts to draw a map, another person discovers a corner, and they’d have to consolidate all over again. The city just keeps getting bigger and bigger. The fact th...
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