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Weekly Contest #362
A man sobs at a table in a closed kitchen, dim lights suggest there is an empty dining area in the next room. A large chef of Scandinavian decent begins the meat grinder, he combines spices along with cinnamon. “Harald, you must come and help”, the man gets up while wiping his tears with his handkerchief and gives an agreeable nod. Rune instructs him to incorporate and massage the ground meat while he makes the dough. “Now we wait, the dough will rise as the mixture marinades” Rune says, as he takes his hat off revealing curly orange hair. R...
Weekly Contest #261
The metal grid of a spring frame is the first thing I see when I wake up; it rests along the wall that my mattress is laid on the floor in front of. My new mattress is a dream but it’s too big for my trundle -I don’t have a storage unit and so that’s just what my room has become. Funny, I’ve been here before; I actually have taken naps in a storage unit I rented when I didn’t yet have a place to room in. By the grace of some God, I had a friend that loaned his van to me while he was out of town. I would drive around aimlessly, piecing togeth...
Weekly Contest #79
They met each other when Frank and I were three years old, one of my first memories is of them coming home after we had gone to bed; mom woke me by laughing loudly and falling over the furniture. I saw a spray paint can fall out of her hoodie before quickly going back into my room; I always remember the color was red, I saw remnants of it the next morning on her fingers. Despite the few playful shenanigans between them, the fighting is what I remember most. I accepted long ago that the likelihood of why they stuck it ...
Weekly Contest #20
Clay rests his head on his desk, wide eyed and fixated on the wood panel wall before him. He seesaws between internal perception and appreciating stretched tree ring designs. He possesses an interoceptive awareness that is only sharpening by the day. Within him, there is a buzz of blood rushing and nerves receiving messages, the inner workings and systems that your body is supposed to carry on quietly, a full body buzz. Teetering back to focus externally, the buzzing has transferred, lingering on the skin, a full body stinging. A franti...
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