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Weekly Contest #320
I hate feeling powerless.Maybe that's why I hate this town—because every time I’m home, I become powerless. All of the independence, the growth, the fresh air that filled my lungs when I was away—it all just disappears. I regress into that ugly, misshapen form of the scared little girl I was. Maybe I still am that scared little girl. Maybe that’s all I ever will be.I’m that angry little kid again, locked away in a room with memoirs of childhood pasted on posters on the walls, stuffed into toy boxes, shoved in a haunted closet full of tiny cl...
They dared not breathe. They dared not move—as still and as silent as the black, formless waters that surged the empty void of space before light was there to be let. The man and the woman’s thighs burned from their long wait of crouching amongst the bushes. The twigs and brambles scraped against their brown flesh, like fingers of a jury jutting out to scratch at some criminals accused. They hid in silence, hitching their breath, daring not to be heard as God walked through the garden. “Where are you?” He called out. The woman shivered. The ...
Weekly Contest #240
People were beginning to mistake the sky for the sea; that’s why they started jumping off the ship. The jumpers had grown so weary of the white masts flapping in the wind and the creak of the wooden floorboards beneath their feet. They grew weary of sailing, of traveling amongst the clouds for what seemed to be an eternity, waiting to see where the wind would wisp them off to. When the jumpers began to grow weary, so did their minds. Their brains started to become all slow and sluggish, and their judgment all clouded and dazed. That’s when t...
Weekly Contest #235
There’s no way people actually eat this shit. I ladled the brown goo onto the plate and handed it to the person waiting in line. They accepted it gratefully, giving a small smile before they turned and left to go sit with the others. That’s what I thought before I had to eat it myself. In truth, it wasn’t actually bad. It looked somewhat concerning, yes, but once you got it into your mouth, you’d come to find out that it was actually pretty good. For being the leftovers of whatever had been scavenged from the trash bins of the Corpuses,...
Weekly Contest #214
CW: This story contains themes of substance abuse, domestic violence, and graphic imagery I don’t think that many people can say they’ve ever seen a supernova. In fact, it can be observed that nobody could ever say that they’ve seen such an interstellar occurrence. There are only a select few who are the exception to this observation: one of them is astronomer Tycho Brahe, who recorded Tycho’s Supernova in 1572. Another exception would be Johannes Kepler, who recorded Kepler’s Supernova in 1604. And another exception would be me. I’ve seen...
“I hate Christmas. I don’t know how people can call it ‘the most wonderful time of the year.’ It’s the most dreadful time of the year. It’s too cold to go out and do anything. I’ve been locked up in my room all month festering away at my computer screen. I swear, my eyes are on the verge of melting right out of their sockets from how much time I’ve been spending staring at this stupid, white glowing box. Every minute I spend here I can feel my brain cells slowly frying one by one like an egg in a pan. I petition that we get rid of this folly...
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