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Submitted to Contest #36
11:10pmWell, here we are again, diary.Thanks, I’m great, you?No, I haven’t taken my sleeping pills, and I won’t be taking my sleeping pills. The last time I took them, I tripped balls for three days. During the day. At work. Everyone thought I was possessed, or just that I’d finally tried going to the gym and had broken myself.I’ve been very good, actually, I’ve only checked to see if he’s messaged me twice. Ok three times, but one of those I was brushing my teeth, so it doesn’t count cuz I was multitasking.Maybe I should check again.No, he ...
Submitted to Contest #34
Anna felt the bed sag beneath her. The blankets bunched under her weight, drawing in pleated wrinkles that splayed out around her like a crown. She thought of her grandmother’s face, eyebrows like two dusty caterpillars, at the sight of the creases. It didn’t matter now. She sat on the bed, and watched her hands. They were average for a twelve-year-old, she supposed. Not terribly remarkable. The rash covered the backs of them from nearly half-way up her forearms to the tips of her fingernails, an angry, poisoned flush. Its crags and gulleys ...
Submitted to Contest #26
Lil Johnny Brown was never the first child to be picked for teams at school. He was not a very popular kisser. Heck, even the Mathletes were a little wary of the four-foot-two, chunky, pink child with a mosaic of acne you could read your horoscope in. But lil Johnny Brown had a secret.No, not really. It was too enormous to be a secret.He was the best sousaphone player in the world.Now, some of you might be wondering, how might I, too, play the sousaphone? Or where might one acquire such an instrument? Or oh, is that that thing that I thought...
Submitted to Contest #25
As the monster’s breath grew closer, wetter, and warmer, and the worn leather of his shoes slapped against the ancient stone, a detached part of Arthur’s brain thought that, it being the new year and all, he might like to add Refusing to Steal Idols from Ancient Temples to his list of resolutions. Arthur thought it was a great idea. The golden monkey statue stared at him with its ruby eyes. It poked its face out from the crook of his arm like one of those purse dogs, only this one was worth roughly $7 billion. The toe of his right shoe caugh...
Submitted to Contest #17
Jonathan's taxi only ran four lights on the hour-long journey from the spaceport to his parents' house in the Lower New Tokyo. The gentle swaying of minor traffic violations would have been soothing, even nostalgic for Jonny, as he hadn't been planet-side in twelve months, but for the taxi driver's insistence on talking to him about the local sports team -- a topic to which Jonny, a devout sports atheist, had little to contribute.He stepped out onto the driveway and looked around at his parents' home. Marguerittestown, their little suburb, r...
Submitted to Contest #16
Ronan slapped at his neck and cursed.'If another one of these feckin' mosquitoes bites me--''Look, it's your own fault,' Sara said. She rolled her eyes while her fingers nimbly drew the feathered fragments of the fishing net together again. 'I offered the bug spray, but nooo--''I break out in a rash when I used that stuff,' Ronan grumbled and pulled the collar of his shirt closer. 'Why do you think I'm wearing long sleeves?''I dunno,' Sara bit off the thread and examined her work. 'Just thought you liked to sweat. This should do well enough ...
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