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Weekly Contest #340
I am the calm koi.This is not a title I applied for. There was no interview. No performance review. And yet, every human who leans over this pond seems to agree that I am personally responsible for their inner peace.This is a tremendous amount of pressure for a fish.Every morning they arrive, clutching coffee cups and unresolved feelings. They kneel at the stone edge and stare at me like I am a glowing oracle beneath the lily pads.“Oh wow,” someone always says. “Look how peaceful he is.”Yes. I am peaceful. Obviously. Do you think this is acc...
Weekly Contest #330
NOVAThe hospital always smells like citrus disinfectant and warm plastic—clean in a way that feels dishonest. Nothing about grieving children is clean.I sign the last form with a hand that won’t stay steady.The pen scratches across the page—Attending Physician Signature—and when the ink settles, so does the final, impossible truth. The hospital corridor hums with fluorescent light, machines beeping behind closed curtains, nurses speaking quietly at their stations, but everything feels muffled, like the world has been wrapped.She hands the cl...
Weekly Contest #329
If someone had told me Wickham Shore would smell like a wet ghost crawling inside my nostrils, I would’ve stayed on the bus. The scent envelopes every breath, heavy with the must of seaweed and the lingering taint of an unlucky shipwreck. Instead, I step off with Bronwyn, Duncan, and Damian, and breathe in a combination of salt, rotting kelp, and the faint chemical tang of old paint surrendering to the sea. The fog sits low, as if the sky has given up and is now squatting over the town.Bronwyn’s short red bob is already frizzing sideways, fr...
Weekly Contest #328
I was sixteen the first time I realized our village was wrong.Not in the usual ways people complain about. It wasn’t just that we scraped wax for lanterns while the rest of the country used floating solar bulbs. Or that our school’s single, cracked chalkboard had been passed down like a family heirloom. No, it was something quieter, crooked under the skin of the place. The kind of wrong that did not shout. It breathed. There was a persistent, intrusive sensation that followed me everywhere—a faint metallic taste that tinged the back of my to...
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