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Sylvester A.A.R.

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I Didn't Meet God

Weekly Contest #351

*Note: Sensitive themes include profanity. Trigger Warnings include: Unstable reality, feelings of derealization. I look down at the address scribbled on the stained napkin and refer back to the house in front of me. A quaint little cabin conveniently placed in the middle of nowhere. I really shouldn’t have to check the address, but with my foggy head, it’s become a habit more than anything at this point. I don’t remember much of the voice that called me. I think it was a man. Trying to remember, I vaguely recall he sounded like a ga...

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Make Me Laugh

Weekly Contest #350

Kuh-ch hhhhh… Date is… Uh, hold on.Kuh-thnk.Kuh-ch hhhhhh… Date is… Let’s go with May 7th. Because that feels right!Hhhhhhhhh… I’m gonna be honest, guys. Bein’ up in this watch tower… I haven-... hhhhhhh I’ve been- hhhhh I’m feelin’ kinda lonely, hahaha! Not my best, ya guys… So to counteract that, I’ve decided to tell you listeners some of my favorite jokes! I’ll try not to fill up the rest of this tape, but you know me! I’m pretty long-winded. Okay, let’s start with… hhhhhhhhh Oh, I know! Okay, if you’ve heard this one, shut up. Do...

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Survival

Weekly Contest #349

I grab her wrist & I twist her down the hallway. It’s dark, the light is shining through little slots in the overhead lights. The hospital has been rundown for some years, no clue how many. The sky is exposed through the fluorescents as we dash down the linoleum halls. At first she runs with us, but she suddenly stops & turns her head, her friends are far behind. They’re goners at this point. She halts suddenly, and I falter. I’m not a large guy, so when she stops, I do too. I turn to see her looking back. It’s too late, I ca...

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New World's Humanity

Weekly Contest #348

Dear Diary, I’m not human. I don’t think I’m human, and witnessing what others consider to be “human,” I don’t want any part of it. Humans are funny little creatures, and I like them when I am not one of them, but when I am… I am deeply saddened. No one knows how to keep a promise anymore… No one talks to trees, no one just sits by the lake and watches birds do their funny little circles & sing their pretty songs. I like to think, if I could just leave, paddle away in a little rowboat down the stream, fly on the back of a hummingbird...

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Home

Weekly Contest #347

The birds sing happily, dancing from tree to tree like aerialists. Spring is early this year, though it feels like summer. The sun looms overhead, hot like a day for the beach, but if the calendar told time the way Nature oh so carelessly moves, entranced in nothing but its own way of life… I don’t know what season it would be. “I think it’s close to my birthday,” I tell my friend. He’s knelt down in the small patch of dirt we’ve made into a garden. He doesn’t like it when I disturb him. He doesn’t talk much, but I know he’s been through...

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Ouroboros

Weekly Contest #346

*Note: Sensitive themes include profanity.Trigger Warnings include: Unstable relationship with parent & abuse mention, dissociative reality & deep loneliness. I open the door and see my mother. “What the fuck are you doing here? I thought I buried you.” “Nice to see you too,” she greets as she pushes past me, walking her filthy dogs happily into my home. I feel the safety I’ve spent years building die out like a muted flame. It’s hot outside. Much too hot for the month of March. It’s summer & we were not prepared. The ...

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