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Submitted to Contest #301
“I promise, he seems a bit strange at first, but he really is an alright guy,” my buddy Ben said to me before taking a large glug of his beer. “And the apartment, I mean what a steal, man. Queen Village is becoming one of the coolest areas in Philly.”“Right… I mean, what’s strange about him, though? I’ve had some odd roommates in the past and don’t want to get stuck in another bad situation…” I responded before sipping my beer. The crisp sour taste mixed with the slight feeling of “wrongness” drinking on a Sunday afternoon (Ben and I’s weekl...
Submitted to Contest #300
"Today is my last day. I don’t see why I needed to send in my weekly status report,” I said calmly, while trying my best to ignore a strong pit in my stomach.“Yes Jane, and that really puts our team in a tight spot. Our 2025 year roadmap will now completely change due to staff capacity with you leaving. The least you could do is finish your updates to the deck,” my manager said, with a following huff.“Okay, fine, I’ll update it later today. Is that all?” I asked, resigned to my final corporate menial task.“Yes. Bye, Jane,” she said before en...
Submitted to Contest #227
I looked out of the wide windows of the Smith & Bernard Bank building overlooking the city's grid of diverse buildings and noticed flakes of the first snow making their slow drift downwards. I sighed as I thought about how I’ll miss it due to the number of meetings I had today. One short half an hour for lunch. Each day seems to fly by but also feel like an entire year. I winced thinking about how I’ll have to do this for the next 30 or more years. How could I, possibly?Sleep, eat, work, eat, work, eat, sleep. Squeeze hobbies and sociali...
Submitted to Contest #204
1“These are decisions we should be making together!” Ibón shouted at the wall, because he can never look me in the eyes when he was angry, apparently even in dire situations like this.He kicked the table in front of us and a cloud of dust glimmered across the sun rays. I turned to the window behind him, seeing the unknowing waves draw back to leave a long desert of white sand. The only boat in view bobbed by the half-wrecked dock, the two occupants shielding their eyes to look out for us.“I know we just met them, but this is our only chance ...
Submitted to Contest #202
Anya closed the lid of her laptop over the keyboard programmed to light up in gradient shades of pink. She checked her smartwatch that showed 8:30pm in the foreground of her other metrics: heart-rate, steps, temperature outside. She sighed as she imagined the strenuous drive into the city, then arriving into the chaos of anticipation and storm of pheromones that was the infamous Open Mic Night at Sparrow Lounge.Her brain shifts modes: from meticulous and professional software programmer to loose and relaxed “cool girl”, laughing along with a...
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