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Submitted to Contest #174
Heads up: this story contains profane language The funny thing about change is that it always seems to move slowly at first, sometimes too slowly. The days become so ordinary you stop really paying attention to them, but days become months after a while, and then months become years... You look at yourself in the mirror for the first time in a long time (and I mean really look at yourself), and you notice that your face has aged. You get anxious and ask yourself “Where did all of the time go?” Like, one day you’re in high school, drinking...
Submitted to Contest #171
Warning: Some sexual content. “Today is November 3rd, 2007; the time is 5:02 pm. It’s quite ironic, I’ve been laying in this bed for the past three weeks, but I’ve never quite seen the world from this perspective.” Charles lifted his gaze to burnt-orange light shining through clouds of deep magenta. Smiling as he wiped his face of tears, he chuckled to himself and continued to write. “Things are so small, and yet so big. From the 9th floor of this hospital building, people, houses, and even everyday problems seem so much smaller than t...
Submitted to Contest #166
“Jesus, if I knew the weather would be so bad, I wouldn’t have agreed to come out tonight,” Johnny murmured to himself as he grabbed his wet fedora hat from the passenger side of his Model T Ford. He walked toward the distant sound of laughter and jazz that hummed beneath the tattering rain until he saw rose pink lights that read, Big Easy Cuisine, shining against the blackened New Orleans sky. Women with fancy fur coats and short black dresses scuttled in, followed by men with dark blazers and matching scarf ties. As he walked toward the do...
Submitted to Contest #165
Metal tines stabbed against the soft body of the baked bluefin tuna, the most desired taste, in Yokohama, Japan. Arai watched his wife wipe the brown ponzu from their son's lips, her jet black hair wrapped up in a single bun, her brown eyes gleaming against the chandelier’s yellow light. “Tomoe… Benjiro, how did you like the food?” Benjiro’s eyes lit up with excitement as he raised his fork in the air and proclaimed “It was tasty! Really, really tasty! thank you, daddy, thank you, mommy!” Tomoe smiled and brought the plates into the kitchen ...
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