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Weekly Contest #378
Crying filled the apartment. It was never like this for mom. The baby would always settle with a soothing touch and some rhythmic pats on the bottom. When the baby cried there was always a need to be fulfilled, and, once eliminated, no more need to fuss. But not tonight. Linda’s mother has never trusted her to take care of the baby independently before, but with her sister in the hospital after a car accident, her mom simply had no other choice. She didn’t want to bring the baby to the hospital with all those sick people. She was a helicopte...
Weekly Contest #375
I awaken, but I’m already standing. My balance resets and a wobble passes through me. Not a passage between sleep and wakefulness, then. Something else. There is no sense of before and after, no chain of prior events. The smell that fills me is fresh cut grass and it is too present. I’m in it. I’m of it. So outside, then. Are my eyes open? The light is so strong, but stronger when the lids give way. I close them again and then open one eye. That’s a little better. I squint the one eye and begin to make out blurry formations. What I see may o...
Weekly Contest #370
The power shook and flared, intermittently lighting the house with the strobe light of a decaying disco. Dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets in the air fryer saw their heat blocked as by the clouds of a fickle god. Dogs murmured nervously in their cages, seeing the problem, but not its source, knowing that they should be afraid, but also delighting in the novelty. I knew what I had to do, what I should have done before the hail and the wind and the rain. The tree out front had finally lost its rotten Pinocchio nose. A bloom up top for the hair, ...
Weekly Contest #369
“Miss Jenny.” “Not now, Susan. Let’s go back to one and try it from the beginning.” “Miss Jenny.” “Susan, we will get water after we do the dance one more time.” “No, Miss Jenny. I have a question about the dance.” “Let’s just run it through and see if your question works itself out.” Miss Jenny starts the music, a piano-heavy instrumental version of an old Radiohead song that none of the kids would have known even in its original form. The speaker in the back of the room dances with color, bursts of green and yellow and purple appearing and...
Weekly Contest #351
“The fate of the world depends on me not doing my homework,” I explained to the teacher for the fourth time. Teachers can be so dense. “Well, if you don’t do it by tomorrow, then the fate of your report card will also be impacted, so I would put some serious thought into this,” the teacher responded. The assignment is a fun writing prompt for my English/Language Arts class that I would usually be excited to do. I am supposed to describe how the world will end, borrowing from a provided list of existential threats to humanity, including AI, r...
Weekly Contest #348
Sexual violence, miscarriage When he was nine years old his aunt had a miscarriage. They had been close when he lived in New York, but since he moved to Texas they barely spoke. He couldn’t even recall if he knew she was pregnant before he heard the announcement of the miscarriage. It was twins, he was told. She stopped feeling them move and so went to the doctor, who was unable to detect a heartbeat. Later there was a “procedure,” which he learned in time was a polite word for a form of abortion, and that made the loss of the pregnancy off...
Weekly Contest #347
When the spider crawled out of the front vent of my car, that’s when I knew I was cursed. A half an hour before that I would have said there was no such thing as a curse, but, as a man of science and reason, I was humble enough to let new inputs react with the stodgy old synapses in my brain and produce new beliefs. I was cursed. The spider was small and unthreatening by any objective standard, but this was a spider we were talking about. Objective standards didn’t apply. If it crawled its hairy little legs across the dashboard and onto the ...
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