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Walter Wright

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The Beat We All Live In

There’s often a voice that is destined to attract the eyes, and for Daniel, this is one of them. A voice so harmonious, that the sight of a man in full body tattoos snorting powder couldn’t distract him. It is a festival after all. Blonde, brown eyes, and a soft glare made Daniel knock over the box of 312 beers.  Kevin rushes over, “Hey idiot, are you picking these up or what?” “Yes. Are you trying to dip?” “Go on break?” “Yeah, but for like the rest of the day,” Daniel cannot look away. Kevin gets up, “You do realize that in ...

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Life Without The I

Weekly Contest #102

Joe breathed himself into an utter canvas of blackness. Some minuscule dots of red, orange, a purple float here and there.  He envisioned his small pet hamster from home. Atticus was his name. A puffy ball of life that could do a lot but choose to eat, run his wheel, and sleep. On the off occasion, he would scramble to bite his way out of his cage, but once in a ball or given a snack he forgot. Atticus had everything he needed and more with the care of Joe. Slowly, surely, Joe felt lighter, happier. Suddenly he was in Atticus's cag...

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The Michelin Star Fry Cook

Weekly Contest #100

There are so many rats in the city. I understand why but it really is a problem. Just beside my smoking spot, waist-high piles of bulging garbage bags fill up most of the alley. In between hits, I experience the most diverse whiffs of rotten meat, fresh bread, and urine. Yet, the night remains night as partygoers still walk by and express their suppressed energy in each hairstyle and flashy accessory.   The back door opens, “Freddy, we need you in early. The dinner rush is heavy tonight.” “I’ll be in just a second.” The door ...

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Burning Man

Weekly Contest #97

The house is its own nightclub. Bass-driven music hypnotizes all the young men and women into obnoxious huddles and scenes. I probably fit my own stereotype but I never understood why others fully choose theirs. Shifting through the crowd I see Charlie and Max wearing boat shoes, no socks for some reason, and a size-too-small polo. That’s only on my left. To my right, three girls, who I also went to high school with, wear far too much makeup that glows with each passing of strobe light. Just like in the cafeteria, just like in gym class, the...

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People Can Say All They Want

Weekly Contest #61

“Yeah, I’m good Johnny. Glad we got the book done ―“― Um-er yaa, yeah I’ll be back tomorrow morning I just have something tonight ―“― Sure, sure okay see you then.”Tommy hung up and slid the phone back into his pocket. Experiencing the cosmic scene of flaming leaves and afternoon Sun and sat back on the park bench. Looking left, he locked eyes with his best friend Coop. “I know what you are going to say, Coop. I did it again.”Coop was emotionless.Tom continued, “Weird, isn’t it? So weird… I know ― knew those people and I just feel like ...

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Looking Little in The Little Village

Weekly Contest #45

The bright summer blue sky didn’t mind the heat as not one cloud could be spotted over the Chicagoland for miles. I sat there frozen on the curb listening to the infinite sounds resonating through 26th street. The sounds of accelerating cars were like little vacuums being steered up and down the carpet. One after another, I mindlessly tracked each car and its features until I felt they were judged enough before processing the next. My Chicago method of sightseeing was nothing, and from an outsider’s view, I probably looked rather lost. ...

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Running The Wheel

Weekly Contest #41

Man oh man I love the beats of Bob Marley’s “I Shot The Sheriff.” Sings and teaches nothing but a truth to the people. Just barely mid-week, mid-school year too, and I couldn’t feel happier? No, the word might be fulfilled or maybe healthy. Most teachers get tired, start cutting corners, all that lazy stuff but not me. Nothing gets me more pumped than those 23 7th graders who line up outside my history class. Today I got them at the end of WW2 which should be very interesting. Given that as with the end of one war another one robotically fol...

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Uncontrollables Controlling

Weekly Contest #39

My head is so heavy that I feel my brain splitting, like a coconut being cracked. From 7:50 am sharp to 3:05 pm late I jam information, paper, and numerals, it’s just too much."Keep looking ahead J...."Nothing is any bleaker than mid-January winter. Barely short of four and the sun is playfully hiding beyond the houses, minutes away from sinking out of sight. With the dimming light aided the glistening snow that laid comfortably over the sidewalks and street. Ingesting the crispy harsh air, I let a detoxifying breath, “Jeremiah, what do...

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Thinker's Block

Weekly Contest #36

It was like any other spring night time. A collage of purple and blue hung above while the silent air flooded the cool streets below. Whether it was Tuesday, Wednesday, or even a Saturday night, it did not matter to Neville. This night frighteningly began to feel like any other possible night in the hurricane of his mind. Laying on the hard wooden floor of his bedroom, Neville sprawled with a pen in his left and a revoltingly beaten spiral notebook in his right.April 9th, 2022I can already tell it once again. I know it I just do. This h...

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The Random Epiphany of a Random Thinking Teenager

Weekly Contest #35

Another evening for you Joe. A couple more blocks and we’ll be at the park. We’ll be able to see some things, think about some things, smell some things. Wait, smell some things? What, moving on. I couldn’t feel more embraced for a walk. I got my windbreaker, some shorts, my flashy off-white sneakers, and I’m listening to some Kanye. God damn Joe you’ve really done it haven’t you. Man Kanye’s Graduation album really is legendary and I don’t get why people give him so much hate. One thing is for sure is that the man is a musical genius.Flashi...

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Self-Betting-Meant

Weekly Contest #33

The distinct scent of perfume, shampoo, and shaving cream slapped my nose as I entered through the glass doors logoed in bright golded font, “Santio’s Palor Est. 1955.” The buzz of electronic clippers and razors mimicked a swarm of bees in which their sounds engulfed my very ears. It was a barbershop, what would you expect. Along the floor littered the casual variances of hair. There was a long type of brown hair that never had the intention of meeting the red curly fur of hair partnered in its mix. Big, floor to ceiling, type windows h...

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The River Walk Home

Weekly Contest #31

The ambient background noises of electronic phone rings, faint scribbling, and inexplicable mumbles of private conversations clustered the air. The smell of freshly printed paper and brewed coffee welcomed itself to the noses of the office’s worker colony. Breaking the natural components of the office was a seduced yelling and loud thumping coming from the private office in the room’s back right corner. “C’mon Joe! Never have I ever had to come to you about this! W-what the hell man!” a deep-throated voice directed. In reply came a...

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