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Weekly Contest #70
It was like watching sloth trying to swim across a swimming pool. You wouldn’t expect it to happen quickly or even at all for that matter. If anything, the outcome would likely end with the sloth sinking to the bottom. But he still tried. Passion makes people do dumb things. Like telling someone you love them when you shouldn’t. When you’re young or even old and inexperienced, you might miss the little voice telling you to stop. Like a chef who knows just the right amount of salt for her dish. A pinch extra won’t ruin it. It ...
Weekly Contest #69
It used to be my pops who woke us up at 4am for the journey to Louisiana. I’d be jarred awake by an abrasive knock on my bedroom door as it was being opened. “Come on, son. Time to wake up.” I would hear his heavy steps on the thick carpeted floor but could only see his silhouette passing down the hallway by the time I cracked my eye open. As I sat up, I would hear him at my brother’s door then at my sister’s running the same wake-up routine. He started at my door since it was furthest from the stairs so he could catch the others o...
Weekly Contest #68
I didn’t realize how long we’d been talking until the sunlight started creeping in through the kitchen window. One by one, everyone had left. The last to meander off were the animals. First her dog, then my dog. Our cat nestled under my armpit as I laid on the kitchen floor occasionally lifting my head to take sips from a bottle of Dunkel. After a while, even the cat walked off and up the stairs to bed, his collar jingling up the steps. She sat on a black stool with her feet resting on a smaller wooden stool. Her wife told her she’d nev...
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