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Weekly Contest #366
It was customary for a bishop of such eminence to arrive at the courts via the royal guard. This bishop, however, was anything but traditional. He did not follow customary plans; did not execute his schedule according to some old dusty tome of etiquette and protocol. Bishop Farnesworth was a man of whimsical nature. Spontaneity was his guiding post and his heart his lamp unto the darkness. And so it was that he always, without fail, arrived by a local cab. Preferably one that tried to defraud him of his money, for wasn't it Jesus who sat wit...
Weekly Contest #332
The sky wept. Hard. I couldn’t feel any one individual droplet, for it was like one giant slab of water gushing from the clouds, as if God had turned on the heavenly flood waters from the time of Noah just to see what the puny humans would do. Would they scatter and build underground shelters? Or build a large sea faring ship? Fuck. I had never stood in a torrent of cloud tears this intense in my life. What was I doing standing in front of my old house spying on my ex-wife and our children? I’m nuts. I have to be absolutely nuts.There’s some...
Weekly Contest #331
If I could tell you who it was who was standing before me watching the snow stream down from the heavens like the ominous code of the Matrix streaming down on a pitch black screen prompting Neo to wake up from his dream, I would. But the man, it was a man, standing before me was me and yet it wasn't me. No, the me I saw would never be throttling another man's throat while simultaneously holding a gun to another's head. So, if it wasn't me, who was it?As this question percolated in my mind, the code of the Matrix that was the evening's snowfa...
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