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Weekly Contest #209
The couple is young, with rosy, supple cheeks and wide grins. Happy. In love. The woman, brown hair and warm eyes, is beginning to show, and the glow of an expecting couple surrounds them. His last owner had been happy, too. They need a bigger car for the little one on the way, they tell the salesperson, who smiles and congratulates them. The three go inside to discuss terms, and then the couple returns with keys. The first drive home shows that they are also gentle, as happy people often are. Brakes, pedals, wheel, seats, doors—all tr...
Weekly Contest #208
She was falling. That was always how it began—with her falling. That was how it had to begin because the act of falling was the only way she could feel alive. She hadn’t jumped into the well, but because the well existed, it was inevitable that she would fall into it. Let her start from the beginning again. There was a well in a clearing deep in the woods. Some woods. Any woods. Green leaves, rustling wind, tall trees, deer and birds and game, a creek trickling somewhere within. The well was deep and old and out of use. It was cylind...
Weekly Contest #199
Our eyes met the moment I turned to look. Like magnets, our gazes snapped together, our bodies rotated on the same axis, spinning around to reclaim their path towards each other. Perhaps I had been on that path this entire time, wandering as I loved to do on hazy nights in the city, under the glowing stars and street lamps. The path to this moment, through a maze of purposelessness. There weren’t many people out so late, after all—which was one of the main reasons for my old habit. I loved being able to just breathe for once, alone and f...
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