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Weekly Contest #342
CW: Extreme domestic abuse, abuse against a minor, suicide It was three o’clock; midnight, the pearlescent moon beaming through the sky: the night's revel, its milk-white reflection mirrored in the ocean's undulating ripples. Freed by the binding chains of the shadows of couches and sofas and desks and all kinds of vanquished, monotonous furniture in the kitchen, shadows stretch, alive, in harmony with the Earth. One such shadow is that of a young boy leaving the confines of his house, who begins his trek up a hill, gathering his wits to ven...
Weekly Contest #314
He couldn't sleep, sat up, and frowned. There has been one question that has entered, stayed, and built a palace in his mind. A nice, large, wondrous palace, full of the smallest of intricacies and tiniest of twists and turns, complete with winding corridors, pruned bushes in courtyards, and an infinite amount of beautiful detours. What was the question? A simple, powerful question. It was nothing else but the question of love. “What is love?” he wondered. The first theory that came to mind was his parents; the arguments that they had on a w...
Weekly Contest #305
Every Saturday, I sort the same stack of CDs that no one listens to anymore. The plastic bins squeak ever so loudly, as if trying to disrupt the sharp silence that fills the store, excluding the constant, slow hum of the AC. Most of the covers are faded or cracked. Someone once wedged a chewed-up piece of gum between two cases in the corner. I left it there to see if anybody would notice, and, unsurprisingly, nobody did. Nobody notices anything anymore. Sometimes people come in to kill time. They say nothing, look at nothing, and buy nothing...
Weekly Contest #304
“The darker the night, the brighter the stars.”— Fyodor DostoevskyIt’s July 2020. Probably. I think?NEO-WISE. Crackle. To-night. Pop. I can just barely make out the radio.I’ve been chasing this comet for years – tracking its arc, scribbling down updates in the margins of old calendars, writing updates for readers who never looked it up. NEOWISE was always one of those distant promises, like spotting a ghost on a midnight train – gone before you’re sure it was even there. I thought, maybe, I’d be ready when it finally arrived.Yet the world fe...
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