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Submitted to Contest #66
I was a funny kid. I think my mother hated how funny I was. I almost had her once, her lips split open like a ripe watermelon, she almost laughed. Funny. ⧫ Dead light in a dead room with dead people, a swarming fugue of blank eyes—they dart into small crevices of computer screens; hidden from sight. White shirts, white tiles, white between the eyes— reverberating in unison; our bodies filled with tepid water. Managers and employees, all consuming cheap, burnt, ancient coffee out of unwashed mugs. For the rest of the day, days, ...
Submitted to Contest #65
Alex said the bridge was too old, the beams of wood too worn to walk safely across. But yonder the bridge laid a paradisal place, secret and full of magic. I yearned of that light, and from my greed and hunger came my fate. It was an old bridge, cast-iron and oak—residing behind droves of ancient trees, hidden from the world. Who could have told a young degenerate the truth enough for him to abide? I was no listener, even now. I walked the streets for a while that night, after my death. It was a small town night; no one breathed hot b...
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