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Submitted to Contest #294
Contains references to illegal substances, and some swear words. Bit of the old like y’know man. The what? The old like y’know man. The old? Yeah man like nice one, y’know? Sound, man, sound. Nice one. Verbaletharism: In the field of pragmatics, this is the act of minimalizing the operations of semantics and syntax to the limits of comprehensibility, most often performed due to extreme laziness. The old, man, like, we forgot. Oh no, man, like, really, like seriously? Yeah man, like, I was gonna but then like y’know. How much do we have left?...
Submitted to Contest #239
Contains Alcohol references and minor expletives Arthur Chestnut, 21 years old, unemployed, was walking down the main street of Tralee at four o’clock in the morning. He was very drunk. In order to travel in a straight line, he was having to use one arm to periodically bounce himself off the buildings to his left. This became intermittently problematic when he passed a window, misjudged the space, hit his head on the lintel and fell onto the road. He got up, however, each time, and resumed his horizontal kangarooing journey home. He had ...
Submitted to Contest #225
Jack Joseph Cooper would never have known any different if he hadn’t spilled the balsamic vinegar that morning. “Damn it!” he said as it spilled all over the cupboard and the worktop and down onto the floor. Finding no sentient being to blame save himself, he cursed the balsamic vinegar. “Stupid vinegar,” he mumbled. He carried on mumbling minor expletives as he wiped up the mess. He started removing various dripping bottles and tins from the cupboard. A bottle of oyster sauce slipped through his fingers and smashed onto the floor. ...
Submitted to Contest #205
The shaft of the hammer in my hand was soaked in sweat. How many were there? Hundreds? Thousands.He was like a shaman, like a great religious leader. Passionate. Dangerous. Wild. True.He was in a feverous reverie. His words caught us by the back of the neck. They grabbed our souls and shook them to life. We wanted it. We needed it. We would have followed this truth anywhere.“Do you know what ritual is?” He cried out over the rain-soaked crowd.“Ritual is the physical expression of a psychological process. We act out in the world of the senses...
Submitted to Contest #180
There’s no predicting me. I can’t even predict myself. I went to a fortune teller, a card reader, and I paid her twenty dollars and she looked at me and she gave me the money back and said, I can’t do anything with you at all – there’s no predicting you. That’s the kind of guy I am. I could wake up in the morning believing in all kinds of things, and before the days out I’m a complete sceptic about all of them. One day I’m a scientist, the next I’m I Pentecostal minister. That’s the kind of person you’re dealing with here. So be warned, you ...
Submitted to Contest #179
Completely change life. Completely change attitude to life. Completely change outlook and way of thinking. Ignore everyone who is negative don’t get drawn into any negative situations. Those people can all take a running jump this year. You have had enough. Be strong. Listen to and learn from everyone. Especially listen to Harry and appreciate that while I don’t understand why he does what he does, that he has good intentions but just can’t express himself without being the most annoying person on the planet. But listen to him anyway...
Submitted to Contest #176
The Tara Bookshop sat improbably between two towering, convoluted buildings in a winding alleyway in the centre of Dublin. From the front, it looked as if it was being squeezed in on either side by its neighbors, as if, having finished the street, someone had decided to force in an extra building on either end, squashing the little bookshop into a spindly line. On the inside, however, it was a different matter. It was immense. The roof was high. Huge beams soared upwards in unfathomable triangles. Space warped around itself like a falling ...
A long time ago, before pug dogs and Siamese cats, before the domestication of humans by cows and geese, I mean, a really, really long time ago, just after the Earth shook under the pounding crash of dinosaur feet, the leaves of the trees were not symmetrical. You might say that is hard to believe, but then I can just show you some mouse-hole geometry and let’s see if you understand that. No, it’s true. Leaves had no reason to look the same on both sides. Leaves just grew to wherever the sunlight was. That is, in fact, the purpose of a ...
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