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Weekly Contest #336
When I was 25, I went to my neighborly HEB to do some grocery shopping. From the car to the store, I noticed a little girl and her mother walking out. The little girl was in a purple shirt, a purple sparkly skirt, and purple light-up shoes that no longer lit up. She was tugging on her mother’s arm, digging her heels into the pavement. My Spanish was no good then, but I knew it had something to do with the girl wanting something in the store. It reminded me of a time my mother and I went to Office Max. I wanted a computer game where the user ...
Weekly Contest #304
Only once eyes are shut can Jack be sure that he is free. He types away on the laptop, the screen providing the only light to the room. His thoughts sound better when they are on the page. His bedroom acts as his study for the time being, while he tries to make ends meet working a sales job.The walls of his bedroom are covered distinctly. One wall has a flag that is Jean-Michel Basquiat's art. The other has 1000 of the top movies check list beside an ancient world map calendar. Behind his laptop screen, the backdrop to his creative space, is...
Weekly Contest #292
On this Friday night, all hope is lost. When everything I wanted has been blown away in the wind, I find myself alone. Alone with my favorite color. My favorite color being fresh blood on the white tile floor. Ha! I’m just kidding. Got you good, though. Can you imagine? Could you imagine me starting an entire paper with that beginning? I’m laughing just thinking about it. You’re thinking, “Oh, Ty wrote a nice piece on color; how lovely.” Then it starts off with most dark shit ever. You’re three sentences in, see two more pages, and know you’...
Weekly Contest #270
I have never seen myself as the Bobby Flay or Gordon Ramsay type of chef but more of the David Chang - Anthony Bourdain type. Rough, underground, an enemy to normal, an unacknowledged pioneer. I wish I could tell you a good story about how my love for cooking began in a small village in France. That my first oyster, slithery, slimy, and foreign popped the bubble in my mind and the rest is history. But the truth is, it is that the names above are who made me want to cook. I did not discover my love for cooking in the kitchen or at a restauran...
Weekly Contest #260
The room is dark, the door they entered through is locked behind them. Their minds still stuck on the previous room's nightmare. The current room’s walls are black, plain, and ominous. Three doors are on the opposite side of the room. One of the three is an exit, freedom. The other two doors are certain death. “Sam’s dead, Mark’s dead, Tori’s dead. Everyone else is fucking dead! We are all going to die,” says Tonya. “They can’t kill us all. I don't think they’re allowed to. One of us has to live,” says Clark. “I know for damn sure I ain't dy...
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