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Walter Wright

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Only Ending

Weekly Contest #359

The shoes stuck to the ground. Joseph carried on in socks as the sand melted into the road ahead. A near-invisible dot of black hung between the blue and orange. It was supposed to be hot. The sun took up the entire sky, or really, the entire sky was made out of sun. Somehow, there was air to breathe as well. “Do I walk to you or do you come to me?” Joseph was taken aback. There was no need to shout. A rustling wind picked up, and to the left of the black dot, a white leaf, the size of a tree, hurdled at Joseph. It wavered up and down like ...

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Roundtrip

Weekly Contest #354

Santo had forgotten for a second that he could breathe the air outside. Taxis pulled in and out of the lot as people loaded their suitcases. It was still cold. The sun had that robust mid-winter glare. For the first time in years, he could understand what the people said next to him. “Home sweet home,” the boy joked. “How was the flight?” asked his mother. “Not too long. I slept most of it —” They stared back at Santo, who suddenly had a cough. Moving on, he walked. The curb was lined with cars. If continued straight, he could take the subwa...

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The Writer's 5th Turn

Weekly Contest #312

Allen sat down, coming to the calm conclusion that there was only ever one way. His phone flickered on its last percent of battery. An article beamed across: “4th Turn of Writing: 99% of individuals cannot distinguish Synz’s New AI from a Human.”Below, cuts of lines blurted out, “Faster,” “Cheaper,” “More original,” “Higher Truths about man.”Then the calculations ran through his head of every unnecessary minute on the toilet, slept-in Saturday, and sorry excuse that annihilated any story idea. He watched the gray clouds diffuse into thick m...

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Thesisless

Weekly Contest #310

“Find God!”The door shut, and the light was straining. Luca stood, recognizing he could not sleep there. Clasping his satchel like a life reserve, he wandered out as if it were a simple twilight walk. Further and further he drifted. He imagined each building collapsing as he walked by. How nice it would be to blow away the traffic like the wind does to dust. The noise was all unnecessary. Honks, cranes, and colliding conversations shredded his eardrums. All the while, an obese pigeon waddled by with the torn wing of another. A peaceful saxo...

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Breaking Good Habits

Weekly Contest #224

Anthony slouched over the edge of his bed, “Fuck this, I can’t sleep.”  This night’s whirlwind of nostalgic memories and past embarrassments landed on one reflection question. “Could you ever make the perfect day? Will I be able to rest then?” he asked his nightstand of books and vitamins. Standing up, Anthony chugged a glass of water. He flipped on his desk lamp, igniting an amber blaze like that of a fire. Pacing in and out of the light, he planned on tomorrow — as though he hadn’t already done so several hours prior, possibly a...

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Answer to Closure

Weekly Contest #217

What do I do it all for? Jeffrey patted his hair and aired out his dress shirt, unbuttoning the top button. A young valet routinely held the door open and greeted the sophisticated gentleman.  “Good evening!” Peach fuzz for a mustache and a brush of pimples over his cheeks, Jeffrey shook the boy’s hand, “I know the miles, my guy. No funny business.” The valet, realizing the blue bill in his right hand, ensured direct eye contact, “Of course! I’ll park you right out front!” Jeffrey nodded and walked through the revolving door. ...

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Weekly Contest #204

The actual presence of the moment is often the scariest thing. In the absolute of awareness, the mind is ignited by all thought. Possibilities, memories, and associations all revolve in a sporadic haze to formulate one forefront of cognition. The past and future fuse into a manifestation of what can be, and that is an action.  Amid the rocky valley, thousands of people enter the present’s fold. Vibrations of anxiety and confusion scatter malignantly in each couple, family, and simple individual. The train station is fully stocked with...

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Cornerstone Takedown

Weekly Contest #202

“Carter, you got any gasoline by chance?”“There should be some in the garage — wait, what?”Bennett ran two strides for every step to the back. The table was already broken, battered to pieces, and had no further use except be fuel for a ceremony. The party needed a climax. It just made sense in the intoxicated mind of Bennett. Why go halfway and give people the expected, he thought. People only remember the tail ends of the normal distribution curve. The crowd gathered around a teepee that looked like a sideways Eiffel Tower. Bennett pu...

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Drawing The Lie

Weekly Contest #200

“So they call it adawda I believe?” “I think pronounced ayahuasca.” “Whatever, the point is I heard he’s gone off the deep end,” mimicking a sip. Her husband gasps, “Drinking?” “Pills too!” “How are you so sure?” “Nicole, left work early. On her desk, she left her calendar open. Guess what it said.” “What?” “Pick up Jasper’s medication.” A stupid silence fell, “That’s it?” “Just last week Jasper hurt his back,” she tosses her hands, “Hurt back. Medication. You know that’s some type of opium.” “Like chocolate syrup to a ...

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The Mud Pie

Shortlisted for Contest #199 ⭐️

Damion’s mind wanted to go, but there was nowhere else except the space between his ears. His eyes darted acquiescently, capturing and processing everything around him. The lights, which had a faint lime shade to them; the train’s seats, which all looked like the plaster of bathroom stalls; the windows, marked with scratches and fingerprints; from the gum spots to the skin folds of neighboring passengers, everything seemed as though it was yelling in a pointless chaoticness. He wished to teleport himself back home.  “So who do you thi...

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Resolute Manifestation

Weekly Contest #179

“Do you have any idea what two raccoons fucking sounds like?” “No, I cannot say.” “It’s like a mix of the crinkling noise when the vacuum hits the right spot and raw, primal passion. Shit, one was bleeding last time." Rob tried to cover his judging smile with a yawn, nodding along, “Oh really! That-that sounds like something….” “Robo if I gotta give any advice: Never fall asleep with the window open and a half-eaten peanut butter sandwich left out. That shit is like caviar to them.”  “Wait so that’s how they got in your room?”...

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Systematic Rebel

Aisles of pupil-searing fluorescent light define each row. The tables, straight, connected, and orderly, discourage any thought of eating or talking. Below, desaturated titles hold what little dreams these soundless feet can carry. People file in with bag-heavy eyes and stiff hair. Raspy whispers and mucus-dripping sniffs chime synchronously like birds chirping one another. Believe it or not, I’m expected to learn something here.  Our Commander in Chief marches down to her post a minute before the bell. At her hip loosely taunts a Rol...

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Walk Away

On this day, Tuesday, the most unambiguous indication of a higher power revealed itself. The sky cemented over its pure blue. Each cloud molded thick puffy definitions. For the few noises present they were natural and pleasant. Passing hums of strangers mixed with distant cicadas rattles. Everything was just right for a walk, a bike ride, a tan in the backyard, a book, or a simple lie down in the dew-free grass. Zachery Waitman was a selected soul, by coincidence or god, to take on this day.  “C’mon, c’mon,” he muttered in his window-...

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Make The Move

In between the salty seaweed smell of the ocean fights the doughy goodness of fresh bread. The taco stand is busy but Sonny had just arrived before the evening rush. The breeze plays with his bourbon brown which he hates. He waits patiently behind two customers. Given the ocean’s noogie, and the fact he can’t decide which menu item he wants stirs a pot of anxiety within him. The first lady finishes her order by signing the receipt so now he only has one person left. Sonny usually keeps it simple, steak taco with cilantro and onions. But now ...

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Forgetting Permanence

It was one of those naps in which the nightmare started when I woke up. It is one thing to say you’re not alone but another to feel it. I don’t know maybe this is how life is and only some get bothered by it.  I looked right into the mirror, trying to comprehend myself, “Wow, this is living right now. I am alive. This is me. A reality is happening and I am a part of it. No pause. I keep living. An endless cycle of actions and reactions until the final decision.”  Out the door and onto the street, I began my walk to work. The ci...

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