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Mr. Wiggins was dressed in his finest. He always wore formal attire, no matter the occasion—even when carrying out his daily garbage. He was a large man, his double chin and rolling belly making every suit seem perpetually “stressed.”He was an accomplished writer, a man who finished every story as if it were a moral obligation. And he had one peculiar literary quirk: every story began with its last line. He needed to know where things were going before he allowed them to begin. That was the paradigm through which he saw everything.Yet one st...
Weekly Contest #350
“It’s 5:05 a.m., and I have to pee.” In Skadarlija—the cobbled, bohemian quarter of Belgrade where the air carried food from kitchens and music from open doors, most of it better than anything he had at home—lived an old man named Petar Knežević, who had reached the age where even his boredom had routines.Yes—this is what happens when a man lives long enough, he thought, groaning as his knees and wrists offered their special good‑morning greeting. He sat up with effort. He had every intention of sleeping in, yet his body had other plans. Chi...
Weekly Contest #348
My name is Victor. I repeat it as if it’s the one thing that proves I am still human—that I am still here.Breath still moved through me. I could hear sounds, though they reached me in a water-muffled, distorted type of way. Slowly over an unknown stretch of time—minutes or hours, I could not tell—these senses began to swim back into focus.My mind remained lucid, but my body no longer obeyed. I feel like a hollow ghost sealed inside a concrete shell; the only proof my body is still attached to my brain is the sweat-soaked mattress beneath me....
Weekly Contest #341
Some days, opening his eyes was the hardest thing about life. Dmitry Kaprovitch knew that he was in the winter of his life. Though his body was weak, his mind was thriving and sharp. Lately, he had a hard time reflecting back on his life. His soul had become clouded with remorse. Every time he shut his eyes, he would instantly see his son’s face. As soon as these images popped into his mind, it felt like his heart had been stabbed. That morning, it happened again. Dmitry sighed deeply and looked outside his window. Through that half-broken a...
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