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Weekly Contest #348
Three days have passed now since I first woke up with that cursed pain in my back. It was sharp, like I was being stabbed constantly but under my skin. Despite this, I got up from bed and put on my slippers. That’s when I felt something sticky stuck on the soft sole, and when I checked, there was some kind of squashed bug. A giant, grayish stain on the fabric, along with bits of what seemed like an insect. I brushed it off and cleaned the poor slipper. I couldn't even remember when that could’ve happened— I had fumigated the apartment just t...
Weekly Contest #339
As the years have passed and worn out my fur, I’ve grown to understand why men don’t distrust each other much. Time is a cruel thing, and the more it takes away my sense of smell and sight, the more I believe I admire humans. I was young and reckless when Fabian took me in, only about two months after I was born. He probably saw himself in my small and confused eyes, in a way I couldn’t have known back then. The day was cold, the freezing wind taunting the hidden sun. I lowered my ears in cowardice, my legs forcing me back as I yipped confid...
Weekly Contest #335
I’ve come to realize now, as I’m writing this, that the word ‘histrionic’ doesn’t even begin to describe me. I was fickle in every way a child shouldn't be, constantly shifting and molding myself into what I saw most fit in the moment. I would say what I knew others wanted to hear, expressed feelings that weren’t truly my own, and lashed out at things I couldn’t have cared less about. What I now refer to as my ‘condition’ was never truly diagnosed, which led me to feel confused and angry throughout my childhood. Compulsive lying wasn’t the e...
Weekly Contest #328
The day the incident happened, the sun had been so warm, so delicately blinding, that I believed it was bound to be a good day. It started nicely as well, with the dogs barely barking as I got out of the house to feed the animals. The rooster cried out soon after, waking up the rest of the house as it should. More than a great morning, it had been an usual one. Nonetheless, the normalcy was welcomed as always. As I was having breakfast with the family, I felt a sudden sense of wrongness. The hair on my arms rose as nausea washed over me, and...
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