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Submitted to Contest #310
Great Grandmother told him something was going to happen if he lets the book disappear from the bookstore. Tommy knew there would be consequences. What he didn't know was what those consequences would necessarily be.So he guarded the thin book – more out of habit and the mantras he had been taught for years - throwing it somewhere in the corner behind the counter, where no book lover would stick their curious, ink-stained nose. It had no spine title. No barcode. The kind of book that made your eyes feel like they were trying to read through ...
Submitted to Contest #276
Three months ago I didn’t understand bikes. All I saw were: pedals and handlebars, one very awkward saddle, wheels, frames. Bikes were fiddly constructed vehicles from which I had fallen off countless times and into which my father would shove a wooden stick when, unfailingly supportive, he tried to teach me to cycle. And yet, one golden day in a land of everlasting autumn I rode on the rack of a bike – murderous pain stabbing my back – with a friend of mine sweating profusely behind its handlebar, I finally understood.Through toil...
Submitted to Contest #275
I walked for three hours without stopping.Three hours during which I could solely bank on the company of leaves rustling under my shoes and the soundless paws of a lanky, black feline. And, over and beyond, as I sluggishly realized, the devil itself. Which I wasn’t running from, didn’t try to escape something that I knew was inescapable. I tried, however, to postpone it. The happen on. This inevitable doom. With the last act winding up, curtains almost sweeping the floor, reaching my grand finale. Rendezvous with The Grim Reap...
Submitted to Contest #273
Josie found the note, on one of those wishy-washy afternoons, at her office desk where it was peeking out from the pile of still-bound-to-be completed worksheets she’d ought to wrap up for her boss hours ago. Unsurprisingly so, she hadn’t. Unsurprisingly so, she wasn’t planning to anytime soon either. Being preoccupied with her usual stewy reveries it took Jodie a while to detect the message, though when she did it was apparent who left it there. She groaned not at all flummoxed by the heart-shaped, written in an overly twee m...
Submitted to Contest #272
Allegedly people get put off by the idea of tearing off somebody’s face. But then, which ultimately makes me wonder, why so?Has society succeeded in depriving itself of curiosity? Are we no longer capable of engaging in anything, of not being completely absorbed by the very performance itself? Do we no longer have impulses, does nothing emerge from our darkest, most primal nature? Have we managed to tame those instincts? Have we over-humanized ourselves? Are we legitimized even to call ourselves humans? Or are we already someone – somet...
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