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Weekly Contest #295
I open my eyes to the blank screen of my computer. Shit! Did I doze off? My small apartment is filled with the golden, reassuring light of my bedside lamp, which I never turn off. The microwave's display tells me it's three in the morning, but it always lies. My alarm clock agrees, but it also lies. My small loft has two entry points: on my right, the entrance door, locked, chained up, obstructed by a chest. On my left, the window, covered with thick, black curtains that even the midday sun cannot penetrate. Who knows what I would see if I ...
Winner of Weekly Contest #245 🏆
Many people don't believe that everything is connected. It's strange. They believe in magnets, in electromagnetic waves, in quantum action at a distance. They believe that the force of gravity makes the Earth revolve around the Sun, and yet they do not believe that the same forces can influence the smaller details of our fate. They believe that it is all up to them. That they have free will. They say that Jupiter can gently pull the Sun, yet it cannot move our infinitely smaller souls. A paradox. The stars are difficult to read, for sure. ...
Weekly Contest #243
Susan the spider had found paradise: a penthouse all to herself, warm and full of cozy crevices, protected from the elements, far outside any other spider’s territory. Not to mention predatorless. She could stroll freely wherever she wanted, carefree, and let her mind wander about the art of web-weaving, the meaning of life, and the novel she had always wanted to write but never had time for (nor paper or any writing implements, for that matter, nor a spider publishing industry to print it, but let that not get in the way of her dreams.) Pr...
Weekly Contest #239
Franz cannot repress a smirk of anticipation. He knows what is going to happen. They don't. All is black, shrouded in a silence so thick it strangles sound. Blind, deaf and mute. Franz lifts his hands. Three… two… one… Light! Noisy light. The night skies ignite. Fire rains on the city. It is as if the stars themselves are crashing down, it is not merely the death of men, it is the death of the cosmos itself. He peers around him, delighting in the transfixed expressions, gleaming tears streaking down their cheeks. This is Oscar fodder. New ...
Winner of Weekly Contest #225 🏆
Everyone has Googled themselves at one time or another in their lives. Even you, dear reader, I'll bet. Why did you do it? Curiosity? Validation? Finding your own LinkedIn profile? When Alfred did it, his reason was self-pity. He was nobody, he had nobody, and he had nothing. His immediate family had died years prior. His extended family did not remember he existed, nor did he remember them—they might never have existed. His high school acquaintances had all fled the miserable small town in which he was now left behind, alone in a mobile h...
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