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Weekly Contest #42
He woke up as he did every day. He stared disdainfully at his alarm clock and let it ring to spite his sanity. He took a lukewarm shower, he brushed his teeth, he ate breakfast and rushed to work, always a little too late. A little too late, because he drove slow and his hands shook when he approached the traffic lights. His work was comfortable, and slow and repetitive. His eyes flicked from his computer screen to the stray papers on his desk, to the picture frame he had hastily thrown a napkin over. He ...
Weekly Contest #31
I go out to the garden and there isn't much there, but houses beyond houses beyond houses, all close together and more than I can count. It makes me thirst for something. I'm not starving for it. It isn't a constant pain, not an insatiable, passionate hunger. It's a discomfort I'm used to ignoring, and I will spend weeks wondering why my head hurts and my body hurts without ever knowing just a glass more could fix it. I wish water could fix this. It's springtime, and the snow is still melting in dirty piles by the curb. People love the sprin...
Weekly Contest #28
I spent my whole life believing that because I wasn’t in love at 13, or 14, or 15 or whenever I heard the right song or watched the right movie, I would never be “in love.” Then I met a boy who tore me apart through text messages and monthly meetings and a final rejection so kind that I couldn’t even allow myself to be bitter. After that, I really didn’t feel. I was used to having more crushes than I could count on my fingers and suddenly I would go to school dances and look around at the throng of boys I had known since middle school and fi...
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