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Weekly Contest #78
I’ve never longed for most companionship, people annoyed me. Was it intentional? More than likely. When I say intentional, I don’t mean those that have tried to befriend me or women that have found me attractive enough to date. I am particularly speaking of myself. Navigating the world was quite difficult for me, in 2019 the whole nuance of friendships, social media was a headache. I could personally go on and on rolling into a monologue of how detrimental social media has been to human existence and how society has also benefited f...
Weekly Contest #53
Mills was laying down on a wall at the park, wife beater, shorts, and his old reliable flip flops. He was peering into the Sun, hand on top of his eyes shielding himself enough so he could see up into the sky. “Fuck.. It’s so hot out here!” he said with a groan, clearly frustrated with the heat they have been facing this summer. “Bro, do you ever wonder how girls wear jeans year-round?” he directed his question to Los, who wasn’t too far from where he was. “Yo, where do you become up with this shit? It’s like every day you have something ran...
“oh shoot,” Dennis said, jumping off of his bed, dashing down the hall, down the stairs, and through the living room into the kitchen. Staring in frustration at the kitchen island, he watched as his melting popsicle dripping out the bottom of the packaging and onto the kitchen floor. Dennis’s Mom stood behind him, rubbing his shoulders. Dennis couldn’t believe he let the last popsicle melt, it was one of the hottest days of September, and he was waiting for the perfect day to eat it. He stood there reflecting with tears in his eyes.“Dennis!”...
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