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Weekly Contest #349
I haven’t slept in months. Well, that’s not entirely true. I sleep on and off. Restless. Going through the motions rather than actually trying to relax. I wake at odd times. The curse of being a light sleeper. Everything is an alarm clock. The night carries with it the weight of our hubris. Sometimes it’s loud. Crying fills the air like a discordant lullaby. An occasional scream pierces the darkness. A broken reminder of what was lost. Sometimes it’s so empty I can’t breathe. I remember the first days. There was so much crying. So much screa...
Weekly Contest #348
Asher breathed out heavy and slow. Only two more hours. Two more soul-crushing hours…“Hello, thank you for calling Cadence. How may I assist you today?” An automated greeting left his lips like parts off an assembly line. “I don’t know if he can hear me…” The voice came out raspy and strained.Asher’s hand gripped his silver stress ball, fingertips digging in, leaving tiny craters. The liquid inside strained against the rubber threatening to explode. “Yes, I can hear you. How can I help you today?” Each word practiced and devoid of life.“I do...
Weekly Contest #347
No matter how many times he reread the email, the words never changed. The same bold letters glared at him like a disappointed parent. Eleven simple words, each carrying the weight of the world. A deep sigh escaped him as he leaned back. There on the screen, the email remained open. “Meet in my office at five. Bring your laptop and belongings.”This was it. The end of the road. Arthur’s perfect little house of cards was finally collapsing right at his feet. Why the hell did I lie about being good with people?! Arthur’s hands flexed over and o...
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