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Weekly Contest #335
“You look empty.” “Sorry?” “You look empty,” she said, gesturing to my cup with the pot of coffee in her hand. “Oh, yeah, I’d love some more. Thanks,” I said. There was a plate in front of me, sitting on a scratched linoleum table, heavy with a healthy serving of bacon and scrambled eggs. Scrambled eggs? I hate scrambled eggs. I looked up from the plate and saw that I was under the humming fluorescent lights of a greasy diner, in a booth up against a window. The window looked out over an empty street. There were no people, no cars, no moveme...
Weekly Contest #333
An alarm clock sounds and my eyes open. The first light of day leaks through the blinds. Too early. I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I press my fingers into my eyes, and try to massage the sleep away. There wasn’t much to massage away, I had only been able to cobble together a couple hours. The room is quiet, stagnant. There’s a windowsill overlooking an alley, shedding white latex paint. A couple of curling Tomb Raider and Soul Caliber posters overlook the bed, while soda bottles and notebooks and t-shirts cover the floo...
Weekly Contest #332
Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky at morning, sailor’s warning. Those words rattle in my head. They tumble from ear to ear in time with the rocking of the boat. I’m sitting at the stern, hand on the rudder. The boy is kneeling at the bow, untangling the net. The boat is inching along. All sails are out with full sheets given, searching for any breeze. My eyes, squinting in the morning sun, scan the blushing horizon in search of any other signs of trouble. Nothing yet. We’re almost there, just a little further. We shouldn’t be out, ...
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