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Weekly Contest #354
I Can Teach You How to Do It So's I know most of everybody thinks I'm crazy. Hell, I even think I'm crazy. But, like what is craziness to begin with? What is insanity anyway? No, seriously- I'm not trying to wax philosophical or anything fancy. It's just in this day and age when most everybody you know is on one drug or the other- be it pharmaceuticals or the hardcore stuff like heroin- in order to keep their neurotic tendencies at bay, how do you like define that shit? Normally, we'd say that crazy is crazy because sane is normal, therefore...
Salaam It is 5:30 in the morning, Ziv has been tossing and turning since he retired to bed last evening. Sweaty, mouth dry, and with a pounding headache, he decides to give up on sleep entirely. With one more restless twist beneath the sheets, Ziv finally sits up and opens his eyes. He is alarmed to see that his window is glowing. An electric blue, reminiscent of the blue light emitted from a television screen, is shining brightly on the other side of his window. “What?” Ziv asks audibly, to nobody. With mind groggy and heart racing, he cau...
Weekly Contest #353
THE ACCIDENT Arguably, and obviously, it was no real way to live.... An Italian author, Cesar Pavese, once said: "We do not remember days, we remember moments." The protagonist of this story had always took that to mean the following: As long as one has many, many happy moments throughout the course of one's existence then the actual amount of days lived is irrelevant. Unfortunately, she has to confess that she has neither lived a long life nor a prosperous or contented one. In fact, more and more, it is getting harder and harder for her ...
Bloody Hands It has been said, “the earth remembers what we forget.” This sentence is racing on repeat through our protagonists head as he cleans his dirt-covered, bloody hands beneath a faucet. “Damnit, damnit, damnit!” cries Yuval. He has just murdered his best friend, Naim, and buried his body down by the river. Yuval turns off the faucet, dries his hands, and tries to recall the past’s most recent events. It had been early in the morning, around 7:00 antemeridian, when he and Naim met. At first everything was friendly, cordial, lighthea...
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