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Weekly Contest #372
It is Friday night. It is past midnight. The crickets who sang me to sleep accompanied with the persistent percussion of cicadas have fallen quiet, the curtain drawn. I don’t know why I am awake until I hear it. It’s quiet. I have to strain my ears to hear it, and I nearly convince myself I am still asleep. Stuck in the limbo of near-wake & twilight dreams. It is a skitter. It sounds like it is coming from the kitchen. I think nothing of it, and close my eyes to go back to sleep. Then I hear a loud metallic shu-uvm, like the refrigerator is...
Weekly Contest #371
Bryan had been driving all day, 14 hours in the comfy cab of his big rig truck, hauling whatever goods and junk people buy cheap from China and sell expensive in the States. He was well ahead of schedule & approaching that time of night he needed to pull over & record his necessary 6 hours of rest. He spotted a highway rest stop 1.3 miles down the road. He slowed to a green sign reading ‘Vacancy’ in bright, bulbed neon green letters. Bryan eagerly parks his truck in a line of other big rigs, all dark for the night, the middle of four spots ...
Weekly Contest #367
*Note: Sensitive themes include profanity. Trigger Warnings include: Unstable relationship with parent, unstable narrator, explosive reactions, deep loneliness. I raise the mug and throw it down onto the orange hardwood surface of the living room. Upon impact the ceramic mug shatters into irreparable splinters. My heart drops & my face goes cold. I raise my evil hands to my lips, my eyes are as big as deer's & the icy blue roads we drove at dusk in Oregon. “no…” I whisper. “no, no, no, no, No, No!” I reach down as tenderly as a mother sco...
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 garb...
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. ...
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 can see th...
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,...
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 throu...
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 leaves of my ...
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