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Weekly Contest #377
CW: Mental health issues, violence, sexual assault, and murder. “Can you see it?” I have never wanted to lie to my brother as much as I did in that moment. We were standing in a crowded corridor in the medical center, outside the psychiatrist’s office that Paul had just left. People were walking busily up and down the hall. Some of them carried cell phones, others held clipboards and paperwork. Some people in the hall were medical types, others clearly civilians. Paul was in a straitjacket. I’d never seen him so miserable. He looked ten yea...
Weekly Contest #291
Too Many Stars by Vivian Doolittle “Oh my god, there’s another one!” Vicki shouted into the phone. “I must be seeing them everywhere because I just noticed one the other day, and now that I’m thinking about them, I keep seeing them. Is this a thing? I mean, do people really think that enhances the appearance of their homes?” She was speaking to her sister as she drove home from work. Her green Subaru Outback was pristine and not polluted with anything so vulgar as a bumper sticker. Nor was Vicki speaking into her cell phone. No, that would ...
Weekly Contest #197
Longevity By Vivian Doolittle I used to be afraid of dying. Now? I want to die. It is my most fervent wish. It has been so for over a thousand years. Long since, I killed my only companion, Bill. But that was not my first crime. Nor was my first crime the fact that it was I who had doomed poor Bill in the first place. No, my first crime was my hubris. My second crime was killing the Seer. I know now why her warning was so dire, but I let my pride blind me to it. She counted on that, I’m sure. What I wouldn’t give for death’s sweet relea...
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