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Zacharias Boer

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Firework

Weekly Contest #291

Avidiana Contadino is brilliant. There hasn’t been an author like him for decades, and none quite so creative for centuries. His writing style is magnificent, beautiful and fragile like him, but his works are soaked in struggle and bloodshed, reflective of his turbulent childhood as a starving boy in Somalia. Against all odds, he made it to the United States and scraped together enough money to go to college, where he began his career. Somehow producing beautiful literature every year, he wins awards year after year and even owns a Pulitzer ...

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Plans

Weekly Contest #290

“Jack!” Aodh shrieks, racing miles at a time down the hill that stretches high above the river. His little feet blur below him when he looks down, suddenly remembering the nettles and sticky leaves that lurk under the brush. He grizzles and runs faster, determined to catch up and reach his missing shoes. “You’re so slow,” Jack cackles, already standing by the river’s edge when Aodh, panting, catches up to him. Aodh glares at him and angrily leaps up to grab the shoes Jack is holding above his head, his fingers just shy of Jack’s. H...

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Lil' Bit

Weekly Contest #288

“I told him, I says, ain’t no horse gonna get you far out here, boy, when you’re sloggin’ through three feet of powder. An’ he drags himself over to the rancher and gets himself a horse anyhow. If I thought he was gon’ bite it out there then, I’m certain he’s dead now.” The old man drones, tongue loosened by the barley-water slop they serve out here. I think about the drunks often, how they managed to get here and survive all this time given their tendencies. Maybe they built forts like me, strained their backs like me, lugged whiskey for tr...

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Water of Giulia

Weekly Contest #287

Caderra did well to marry a lawmaker. A girl from a respectable family in Naples, she moved to Rome with a man she’d known two days before marrying. Embarrassingly wealthy in terms of gold and gut, he was well-known throughout Rome and assisted in bringing potential laws forth to the Secretariat. This rendered him a very rich man, with which Caderra could live quite comfortably.   However, she was accursed with the disease of cleverness, and unfortunately aware of her potential autonomy. In her youth she provided him with several c...

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Only Rosalind

Weekly Contest #286

Fourteen years. That’s how long I’ve been studying biology, bouncing from town to town, country to country, putting up with the Norrishes and Wilkins of the world. Fourteen years of perfecting x-ray crystallography and x-ray diffraction and making incredible advancements in the science of coal and helping England in the war.  But despite my efforts my name is still only a collection of sounds that don’t mean much. It’s not in a book of “Greatest Scientists of the Twentieth Century” and it’s not heard in classrooms. All these years, I’ve...

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Christmas of '89

Weekly Contest #284

The roast was bubbling under the skin, melting into a lovely glaze. The scoring remained light tan and the surface deepened to a beautiful chestnut color, so evocative of Christmas. Amos smiled happily and closed the oven again to allow the slab of beef to cook uninterrupted.  He shuffled to the family room, grunting with each step as old men often do. Seating himself comfortably in the armchair closest to the sparkling tree, he looked upon his family while the corners of his eyes crinkled with mirth. The little ones were squealing whil...

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The Current

Weekly Contest #277

The insulae were hot with flames as I ran past them, rubble grinding into the soles of my bare feet. I choked on the smoke, watering eyes blinding my sight–though it didn’t matter because I hadn’t picked a path of escape yet. The only sacred and peaceful place of the entire empire had been seized–and by our very own leader. Sulla had left the capital in flames.“Marcus!” I shouted, voice made raspy by the smoke inside my throat.“Avi?!” A voice called back.I gasped, rushing to the direction of the voice. Through the thickening smoke I could se...

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I Know

Weekly Contest #276

“Will you go on a date with me, Zach?” That’s what he asked me. Outside, on the lunch hour at a robotics competition sometime in October. We two sat on a concrete quarter-wall in the high school courtyard, each in our team shirts. It was chilly outside that day so I knew my face was flushed, incriminating me. I forget the context in which he asked me that. It was meant as a joke, a witty response to some dry comment I’d made about girlfriends or boyfriends or sex or something. The point is that he asked me, and I had already convin...

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Mercy Shown

Weekly Contest #275

I have been here for two days. My eyes are sinking into my skull and my skin is greasy and gray. The swell of my belly has deflated; my womb has gone cold and my baby, still within me, has begun to quietly descend to the base of my back as my mushy organs part for her weight. My lungs have calmed their efforts to maintain the flow of life, resigning me to my peaceful sleep.  I’m as dead as the home in which I lay, still and heavy like my body now. The dead walk outside, disturbing the gravel and occasionally becoming curious enough to a...

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