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Weekly Contest #43
Law slips into the darkness of the bathroom, letting the door creak closed behind him. Listening for the door to click, he twists the lock to ensure he’s alone and will not be disturbed.He feels a small sense of peace and tranquility, of course not as peaceful or tranquil or even remotely comfortable as he would be if he were at home in his room, alone. Momentarily, he reflects on why he’s in a stranger’s bathroom while a party roars below him, the beat of the music thumping along with his heartbeat that he can feel in his throat. He doesn’t...
Weekly Contest #42
There was never a time that I could ever remember that Officer Michael Jaworski wasn’t in my life. When I was nine years old, he taught me to shoot a pellet gun, and gave me my first BB gun. With the patience of a saint, he showed me how to nuzzle the butt of the gun into my shoulder, and he was the one to take the gun away from me when I accidentally pointed the barrel at the neighbours cat. It was him who took the training wheels off my bike and ran alongside me on the roads of the suburb where I lived, yelling after me to keep steady and ...
Weekly Contest #40
He looks…awful. It’s been days since he’s seen himself, maybe weeks since he’s really seen himself. The only reason he is in the bathroom today is because he smells bad. He can’t even remember the last time he stepped in here, but he knows he has and frequently; the acrid smell of piss weighs heavy in the air. He catches a glimpse of his reflection, the shoddy florescent light blinking in and out of consciousness. In the moments of darkness, he feels a hammer inside his skull, and a voice calling his name from somewhere else. In the moments ...
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