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Weekly Contest #359
Her soul was agape, and it had many legs, and so it crept out through her parted lips, stretching them out like a doorway. She stared up into the sun, and raindrops pattered down her cheekbones in rivulets. Streetlamps roared their endless song, buzzing like a cicada storm, but Diane was beyond that, beyond the shadowcast bushes, and fused to the sand.Diane’s soul sang brilliantly to that beating golden orb that heated her skin.Her atonal hum trickled down from her lips, pooled in her fingertips, and the shadows lining her neck increased, du...
“The music is beautiful,” Chet Partikov said. He was sat in a black polythene swivel chair, utterly still, in an office with a thick glossy slab desk and drab gray walls.“What?” mumbled Jack Rambles. He was spinning about in his desk chair.“Can’t you hear it?” Chet asked.“No? It’s utterly silent in here, Partikov.”Chet clenched his jaw at Rambles. Damn it, Jack. Chet knew he was right, and that Jack was wrong. But Chet knew that if he chose to press the issue that Jack would call him a set jawed, bulldoggish man who it was a damn pity he was...
“You’ve never taken gloom. Why is that?” The night yawned. It was almost audible; the stretching of the sky was the twang of rubber bands, and it was the clicking rattle of trees whispered strange songs by the transient wind. The violets of the sunset were screaming, churning, and the grains of the beach ground underfoot. I kept my gaze firmly fixed on my fingertips as the palms of my hands bloomed and shook. To anyone else’s eyes, my hands and my fingertips looked normal. To my eyes alone, the very tip of each finger s...
David stepped around it with flat feet. He was a crooked man, his back was curved like a scythe. Every breath rattled, but he didn’t want to look into it.David wanted to look at the thing inside the red velvet curtain.He limped around the rustling curtain, let the whorls of his fingertips carry him towards it, brushing against its surface. He felt every individual bristle raise, snag against his skin, release, rustle back. The whole rippling crimson ocean tantalized him, carried his waveform across its circumference, tugged on its golden cla...
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