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Sanjin Juric Fot

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Motherhood on Shuffle

Sanjin Juric Fot

Submitted to Contest #337

Imagine a game of poker in which there is no folding, and God is the sole shuffler, cutter, and dealer.You can’t win without bluffing, and the winner must leave all of their earnings behind.This game is not just a figment of your imagination.It’s very real.And it’s called motherhood. 29You feel the Depression’s tentacles wrap around your heart on the flight home.You hope it’s just the Icelandic cold that brought Him upon you, but he’s still here when you get to England.It could be a short visit. He might not even stay overnight. Or He could...

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Out of Tune

Sanjin Juric Fot

Submitted to Contest #336

It was at precisely 9:13 pm on Christmas Eve that Mr Jones, of Memphis, Tennessee, learnt just how sharp his plectrum is, having cut with it a four-inch wound in his thigh.“I wonder why Fender makes them with such a sharp edge,” he said out loud, as trickles of blood flowed down his thigh, forming an ever-expanding crimson pool on his leather couch.“Huh, and I wonder who will wash this here!”Mr Jones pulled the guitar belt over his head and got off the couch to rather bleed elsewhere. He was just putting the instrument back on the wall when ...

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Mingling

Sanjin Juric Fot

Submitted to Contest #335

You know, I don't even know what that means. Mingling. Mingling. Mingling.Mingling.Sounds like slithering through some wiggly, non-descript crowd, a conditionless blending.But I'm not a conformist. In fact, I’m as unconformistic as possible; I’m the guy standing outside the wiggly crowd, and I'm nothing like any of them. However, if you say out loud you’re different, they call you vain — so I keep that to myself. *** Did you know that men between 25 and 35 are the most anxiety-prone group? Well, you do now. That’s if you read the previous se...

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Clown Merry and the Guardian of the Final Forest

Sanjin Juric Fot

Submitted to Contest #334

Once upon a time, in the far land of Felicia, lived a Clown Merry. He was a big and chubby baboon, always scampering around town in his pompous suit, a bundle of balloons bobbing in his wake. He had something in store for everyone he met: a joke for a tired worker, a coin for a sleepy hobo, a candy for a child, a story for its grandma, and a balloon for—well, everyone, for who didn’t love balloons?“I wish I were so happy,” said the barber kangaroo as Merry left his shop one day, his red wig neatly trimmed around his prominent ears. “How love...

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Jammin' the Blues

Sanjin Juric Fot

Submitted to Contest #333

No words can describe what Federico felt toward Julia. You could say he felt as if he had butterflies in his stomach, or — relying on your listeners’ ability not to take you literally — that he had butterflies in his stomach; you could compare his feeling to a summer breeze, or a wintry ray of sunshine, as beautiful as unexpected; or you could discard this poetic nonsense altogether and simply say that he was in love with her.But neither of these portrays the full scope and intensity of his emotions, emotions that even a thought of her stirr...

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Trial by Badminton

Sanjin Juric Fot

Submitted to Contest #332

He asks me what I’m drinking.A pea protein shake, I reply.He expresses interest in knowing why I don't drink whey instead, like he does, claiming it tastes better.I assert that I don't drink whey because I'm a vegan, and whey is made from milk.He maintains that milk is not meat.I restate that I’m a vegan, not a vegetarian.He begs to know the difference.I decree that vegans abstain from all animal products, milk included.He understands not wanting to slaughter animals, but denounces milk abstinence, asserting that milk production doesn't hurt...

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Merry Christmas

Sanjin Juric Fot

Submitted to Contest #331

The old screen door creaked as Claire pushed it open, its rusty hinges unlubricated for the last seven years. The thin icy crust on the paved slabs cracked under her boots as she stepped onto the porch. Claire hated the cold, yet not as much as the stuffy air she’d left behind in the living room, mouldy with unbidden memories. As snowflakes replaced the mist on her glasses, she swept the snow from the balustrade and perched her elbows on it. It used to be her forearms resting here as she spent hours on the porch on snowy days like this one, ...

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Drop Bible

Sanjin Juric Fot

Submitted to Contest #330

In the beginning, there was Cirrus. Cirrus was white and puffy. It was spacious, yet light as an atom. The people of Cirrus, Particles, floated around happily, doing whatever they pleased, going wherever they wanted. But they never left Cirrus, for they’d never thought of it — why bother when everyone was happy? However, one day, a particularly curious Party — that’s what Particles called themselves — ventured outside of his puffy kingdom and, floating through the air, stumbled upon the people of Misties in the world of Stratus. Stratus was...

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Couples Therapy

Sanjin Juric Fot

Submitted to Contest #329

Student helper Gloria Mitchell was hungover on her first day at the Proaggression Tower, and the whole experience felt like a dream.The surprise party that her boyfriend and she had prepared for their friend Max's girlfriend in the latter couple’s apartment had left her with too much alcohol in her system and far too little sleep. The ibuprofen she had taken in the morning still hadn't kicked in, and her skull throbbed as she alighted the train.Like any psychology student, Gloria knew that the tower wouldn't be visible on the surface — it wa...

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You Only Live Twice

Sanjin Juric Fot

Submitted to Contest #328

My stomach hurts like hell.As do my eyes.I open them. It's dark. I’m in a tabletop position, as if I have fallen asleep doing yoga. Which has happened before; only, it usually happens at home when I’m listening to meditative ragas, not when I am knee-deep in mud in the middle of a dark forest.Besides, I haven’t practiced yoga in ages.But there’s a first time for everything, I guess.I shiver. I glance at my Garmin to check the temperature, but the display is covered in mud. Whatever the temp is, I could undoubtedly use a warmup.My lumbar vert...

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Dogs Don't Go to Heaven

Sanjin Juric Fot

Submitted to Contest #327

>>budee<<Alpha is holding a Cheese stick. I bark joyfully and run towards him.He is waving it through the air only to tease me — he never lets me take it from his hand. Still, I pretend to go for it, because he won’t throw it until I do.When the stick is in the air, time stops. There is nothing in the world except for the trajectory of gold against blue, the smell of cheese, the wind against my fur, and grass under my paws.I hear a soft thump to my left. I halt just in time to see it disappear among the twigs of a large bush. I s...

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Intolerance

Sanjin Juric Fot

Submitted to Contest #326

The seminary rector Morales was just about to finish his evening prayer when someone knocked on the door of his chambers.“Enter,” he said in a somber tone, as if in continuation of the prayer.The old doorknob turned with a squeak, and into the room stepped a bald man, so short that the tail of his cassock touched the floor as he moved. As he approached the Rector’s desk, his blue irises shimmered in the candlelight.“Good evening, Very Reverend Father,” he curtsied, absorbing the gospel images on the marble floor before him and ancient books ...

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Polenta with a trinkle of paracetamol

Sanjin Juric Fot

Submitted to Contest #325

The bald man threw a huge glass bottle at me. I barely caught it. Still, it was a bloody good throw, given that he was blind. “Drink it,” he said. “What is it?” “Just do it,” he ordered.I uncorked it and smelled inside. It had a bitter smell, like chicory coffee. “What is it?” I asked the wench next to me under my breath, so the bald man wouldn’t hear me. She was kneeling and scrubbing the underdeck floor with a sponge. Her hair was tied into a bun and her dress was torn in many places. “It’s paracetamol,” she replied equally quietly. Though...

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Aeneid 0

Sanjin Juric Fot

Submitted to Contest #308

Aeneas entered the portal from Troy to Dardania in full sprint, but ended up in the Cyberlimbo instead of his home planet.I’m too late, he thought in weightless darkness. The Horse beat us to the portal and trapped all the Trojans here forever. He was right about everything except the timescale of his imprisonment, for just then a holographic image of his mother appeared in front of him.“I’m sorry to see the tragedy that befell your home, my son”, Aphrodite said solemnly. “However, the Horse virus that corrupted the Trojan network is only a ...

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The Girl Who (Cried) Wolf

Sanjin Juric Fot

Submitted to Contest #303

Miss D smelled trouble as soon as she heard the footsteps approaching her home office.“Mum, this is the third time this month Myrtle stole my money,” Veronica said, dragging in her younger sister by the hair.“I didn’t, I didn’t!” Myrtle screamed as she released herself from her sister’s grasp. “I swear, Mum, I didn’t.”“You’re lying.”“No, I’m not,” Myrtle growled at her sister. “ I said I swear.”“What do you swear upon?”“I swear on—Jesus.”“You don’t believe in Jesus.”“Maybe I do,” retorted Myrtle, then turned to her mother. “Mum, Veronica is ...

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