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Submitted to Contest #39
The world is filled with absolutes, though humans tried to deny it. So much of the human experience was already made up of relatives that they wanted everything to be flexible, malleable, open for negation. Truths could always be spun, perspectives changed, feelings reframed. But there are certain things that do not slide on a scale, aren’t open to interpretation and can’t be argued away. Time. Math. Life. Death. From up here, I see the entire globe. A small, blue marble. All alone in the dark. Half-dead. There’s no such thing. Life either i...
Submitted to Contest #38
It began, like so many things in her life, with broken powder. It seemed like any type of pressed powder reacted to the touch of her hand like it was a like-charge magnet. First dates, graduations, interviews and funerals - they all kicked off with cracked powder being worked into a carpet or scattered across parquet, linoleum or glazed tiles. Kneeling down on the floor of her apartment – hardwood! – and unenthusiastically trying to salvage some of the powder, she felt exhausted. She gently pinched the asymmetric sides of the chunks of powde...
Submitted to Contest #37
There was tension in the air, the way it always is when summer bleeds into autumn and the two seasons combine for a few trembling days. There is something about those days - an undercurrent of trepidation and anticipation - that leaves both man and beast unbalanced.Night had fallen, and the forest was thick with darkness. The moon offered some of its pale light and left balsam fir and black spruce half-visible as terrible, looming shadows. The trees edged closer the further you ventured into the forest until even a grown man could ...
Submitted to Contest #36
September 7 In my opinion, psychologists fall back on “mindfulness” and self-help strategies because they’re despicably unwilling to do their jobs properly. They expect us to it for them. But if we could, we would. It’s as simple as that. Then again, perhaps I’m being unfair; I’ve always suspected that most, perhaps all, therapists, psychologist, counsellors and what-have-yous are just profoundly incompetent. Never assume malice where stupidity would suffice. Who said that? I’m sure I’ve heard it somewhere, or something to that effe...
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