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Weekly Contest #99
THEIR WORLDS By the tiniest but truest desire, any someone can walk a mile as though it were a step. All he must do is not seriously doubt that he wishes to move so quickly. Beyond life, desire is purified in an instant, and there no one needs doubt their desire, which accounts for the various speeds and rapid movements of the dead, rarely ever is somebody totally still. The newly dead doubt themselves at first, but not for long, even without help. Geo, a little boy who was slain by his own mad mother, stopped and started as he floated abo...
Weekly Contest #64
DAD’S TRUTH TALE By Tyler Miclean My name is Durston Dursy Everett. My daddy, when he was alive, used to tell me this story as a kid. He didn’t just tell it to me the one time. He told it more often than any other story, and he told at least one or two most nights before I went to sleep. It was never exactly the same. He’d change bits of it here and there, points of view, locations, small details, but the end never really changed. One time, I asked him what it meant. All he would say is that a man’s gotta face the truth, even if the truth ...
Weekly Contest #63
SAVOR By Tyler Miclean Tom was waiting for Ruth to sit down at the coffee table before he said anything. She crossed the kitchen to the cupboard and got out a mug. Tom was a statue, but his eyes followed her around the kitchen. Ruth filled her mug and came over to the table to set it down. She pulled her chair back, dragging it loudly on the wood floor, and plopped herself down. She gave a little performance, sighing dramatically, to make light of her creaky, step by step, morning routine Tom took in a deep breath and said, “Fancy some a...
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