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Weekly Contest #309
The Uber eased onto the highway, the air conditioner on full blast to chase off the July heat that clung to everything like a damp second skin. Evelyn peeled the label from a bottle of sparkling water while Aldo tapped through the wedding itinerary on his phone. “Okay,” he said, angling the screen toward her. “So the white linen welcome dinner is not optional. It’s got three exclamation points and a heart.” “Classy,” Evelyn murmured. She creased the label between her fingers, then folded it into a tiny triangle. “I hope we’re allowed to sit ...
Weekly Contest #304
Dr. Weiss has the stopwatch. That's how I know it's time. Not the buzz. Not the flicker. Not the humming overhead. That's just background, the warm-up band.No. It's the stopwatch. That holy click. That sharp little blessing. That's for me. Thirty seconds to sweet oblivion. Any longer and I'll be asking the floor if it remembers my name again tonight.I stretch. Loosen the shoulders. Flex the spine. I'm ready. Limber. Loose. Electric. King of the course. Maestro of muscle memory. Nobody moves like I move. Nobody wants it like I want it.He clic...
Weekly Contest #303
SENSITIVE CONTENT - WAR RELATED TRAUMA AND DEATHPart 1 – Captain Charles MillerThey moved at dawn because that’s when an army moves best: when the light is clean, the air is cold, and men are quiet. No time for talking. No time for second thoughts. The road was soft from the night’s rain and the men cursed their boots, but they marched anyway, shoulders bowed, rifles at rest. The fields to their left were thick with tall, dying corn, dry enough to go up with a single torch. Captain Charles Miller rode ahead, coat unbuttoned, hat pulled low a...
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Marcus Lee had twenty-seven dollars in his checking account and a sticky note on his fridge that read, “Succeed or starve.” He wasn’t dramatic by nature. The sticky note was practical. Inspirational, even. He had written it after watching a free webinar called Unleash the Inner Giant Within You, hosted by Bryce Chandler, America’s favorite millionaire-turned-messianic-life-coach—a man who looked like a cross between an energy drink and a televangelist caught mid-exorcism.Marcus had signed up for a $299 seminar that promised to awaken his pot...
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