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Weekly Contest #320
“You want to try one?” Rain pitter pattered on the tent’s nylon roof as Richie eyed the offering in Lily’s outstretched hand. It looked much like a Teriyaki mushroom crossed with the thin white mushrooms he had seen in an Asian hotpot – seen, but not tasted. Or touched. Richie hated mushrooms without prejudice. Their sickly white complexion and their slimy skin revolted him. The idea that people consumed and enjoyed mushrooms on a regular basis baffled Richie. The thought of a mushroom’s slick skin sliding along his tongue made him want to v...
Weekly Contest #313
First, Thomas heard. His ears were filled with a high ringing. Other sounds clamored for his attention, but they frustrated him with their incomprehensibility. He found himself reminded of being a child, ears plugged up as he swam underwater, his siblings shouting and playing around him. The cacophony now crowding his ears warbled in a nightmarish parody of the voices of his long-ago playmates. Cutting through the racket a rhythm screeched – screak-screak, screak-screak –like fingernails on blackboard. Then there was pain. His entire body a...
Weekly Contest #309
Tina’s breath rasped through her mask. Her skin itched under the rough fabric of her Carhart jacket, and her hands sweat within her rubber sanitation gloves. Even through the mask, she could smell the sickly-sweet odor of unwashed bodies and hot garbage. The florescent tubes cast a harsh, migraine-inducing light, and Tina’s rubber sneakers squealed whenever they so much as touched the stained concreate floor. Other shifty-eyed scavengers scuttled around her, casting about in the bins stacked widdershins all throughout the warehouse, each stu...
Weekly Contest #308
He teetered out of the apartment, tipsy, into the summer night. The still air was refreshing on his shirtless skin. His bare feet enjoyed the freedom of the cool night. He was blessed to have a terrace. He should be grateful. A peppering of stars reached out to the city below, even as the city itself attempted to suffocate them with its own lights. He leaned out over the railing, shoulders over the abyss, and studied the dark pavement five stories below. He wondered what would happen if he jumped. If this time, he had the spine to do somethi...
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