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Retro Bolic

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Home of Oasis

Weekly Contest #300

The woman heard a sound and it sounded like a whale even though she lived nowhere near water. For the first hour after hearing it, she looked toward where she knew there was no whale and she only breathed and watched. There were no other noises but the dead branches shaking and howling wind. The woman had been alone for a long while now and after the hour passed and she still hadn’t moved, she remembered how alone she was. There used to be a dog here with her, but the dog was dead. There wasn’t enough food and she couldn’t feed the two of th...

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I Can Taste My Spine

Weekly Contest #291

Twist. My toes splintered against the cement walls, some snapping up and others bending down. I couldn’t see them. There wasn’t enough room. I just guessed my second word, and after that, it was so tight. My position was surely bizarre, but it was the only one I could muster. I could not stand upright, as much as that would have saved on space, for when I did, the ceiling lowered first. No matter what, I would be crushed.  Karma. It was important for me to keep my eyes open, for when I got close, the walls turned a bright yellow and did...

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Empty Conversation

Weekly Contest #239

Empty Conversation I have gone much, much deeper into this void than I ever should have gone, and I have found myself in a form clearer and much uglier than I should have ever seen. It’s not a proper void anymore, for I have stepped into it, and I am nothing if not something non-void. And the strangest part about a void is that it is not dark, nor bright, it is just whatever is in the void, and that is me, so I see myself.  I see myself on the inside of my eyelids, behind me, on my tongue outstretched, it is only ever me that I see,...

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Draconus Lazarus

Weekly Contest #217

“I have scribbled down three reasons as to why I should not kill you, Dragon.” “I’d be most interested in hearing them, warrior.” I unfolded the parchment tucked between my plates of armor and cleared my throat to speak. “Firstly: To kill you requires an amount of confidence. A confidence in you, that I believe you will forever be evil and cause suffering in others. A confidence in myself that I will forever know my decision was correct.” The dragon nodded its head. “Secondly: I must believe you are evil. I have heard from countles...

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Violation

Weekly Contest #210

“You have seven days.” Scratched onto a stone cube, seven of them dropped off on every continent (it took a while for people to find the one in Antarctica). “You have seven days.” Naturally, humans immediately took to fear. The messages were written in human language, but the material of the stone was alien. “It’s clearly a threat!” yelled a scientist, one of the best in the world. More specifically, she was good with astrophysics, not stone cubes. “Who knows? Could it be a hoax?” asked a military man, who had never once dealt with...

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Stuck in a Smile

Weekly Contest #208

I’ve heard when a doll looks just like you, there’s a small chance the doll becomes you, and you become the doll. Only if the hair is the same, the color of the skin, the expression on the face. If everything matches, and you pose next to your doll just how they’re posed, in their colorful outfits, you might become plastic. That’s why I got my doll when I was a child. I wanted to become plastic. How wonderful a thought, it appeared to me, that I might be stuck forever in a wonderful smile. That’s why I purchased a happy doll, with a short ...

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