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Weekly Contest #239
It was a very strange gift. In ordinary months, quite a few mugs exchange hands, due to sentimentalism, favors, or both. The sculpture standing in front of her was neither; it seemed quite excessive; and what was worse, expensive.“Thanks! This is amazing. are you sure though? Like, sure, sure?” Ella said moving her head towards Alma but keeping the eyes locked in the bizarre object.“Yes, please take it, to guard you in your studio,” Alma answered looking directly at her with her eyes dark under her thick eyebrow, while rubbing her apron.&nbs...
Weekly Contest #237
“Do you like coffee?” He asked, handing me a mug.“Coffee? Coffee, coffee…” I repeated in confusion.“It’s okay if you don’t remember… I didn’t remember for a couple of weeks either. You come from the early 2,000s and data says that they liked coffee.” He said while averting his gaze. The white mug was filled with a brown-hot liquid. I peered down and the hot steam smelled bitter, discomforting yet vaguely familiar. “I don’t think I like-” I felt an odd sensation, like a memory pushing up “-I don’t think I liked coffee. Are you ...
Weekly Contest #236
He looked up and the sky was full of rats. It is such a trope: the old city, the ancient pigeon shit. A whole park dedicated to the avian rodents. Every road seemed a maquette; every wall peeling in colonial core. It would be a cliché asking if it has always been like this, but the longer he stare the more he internalized how enduring status quo was. He walked to the a double black door standing proudly against the radioactive yellow wall. His gaze locked on the metal bars that cross and covers the wood windows on both doors. ...
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