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Submitted to Contest #76
The cafe is a bit too bright, the music a bit too loud, the decor a bit too mismatched. I trail my fingers along the edges of the plastic tabletop, staring absentmindedly at my chipped blue nail polish, sitting at the same booth I’ve sat in every Thursday night for five years. It’s the only tradition I really have. Even I look like I belong here, with my baggy jeans and my ratty AC/DC t-shirt and my brown hair pulled away from my face. It’s half-full on this particular evening, so there’s only quiet chatter and gentle clinking of silv...
Submitted to Contest #72
Existence as ones and zeroes is exhausting. Maybe it isn’t for a computer. They are built for this, but I am not. I was human once, you know. I was a human until I decided I did not want to be a human. I wanted to understand humans. For that I had to become something more, in order to fully map the human mind. For that, I had to resort to desperate measures. Oh, the technology already existed. Nobody wanted to try it, though. I didn’t want to become known. I didn’t want to be monitored. This was my own project, and I do it th...
Submitted to Contest #66
Maggie’s heart was pounding as she walked quickly down the street, keeping her head down and her hood up. The backpack that held all she now had in the world felt like a bag of rocks. It was drizzling, and the sky was grey. Appropriate. That was what Maggie’s life looked like, here. This was what she was leaving. Her beloved, scuffed black Converse beat a rhythmic pattern against the concrete. Her choppy blond hair brushed her shoulders, a gentle October breeze stirring up the limp locks. Impulsive, her stepmother had said, after spe...
Submitted to Contest #64
Trigger warnings: suicide, murder I saw the man again yesterday. He was big and tall, taller than Father. He stood at the end of the hall and made an angry face. Sometimes he yelled. He didn’t see me though. I was hiding, and anyway he was looking at Jack. Jack looked a little bit scared and also angry. But when Father and Mother came he was quickly not angry. Father made a strange man come in and the strange man said some things and went away. Father and Mother were not angry anymore. Today Jack was sleeping and I ...
Submitted to Contest #63
It was autumn again, so it was time to put the leaves up. She used some from last year, but most were ripped and faded and forgotten in far corners of her too-big house. So, as always, she sat down and cut out the shapes from red and orange and yellow construction paper. She was one of the only ones who remembered what leaves really looked like. Most of the others who dutifully hung the seasonal decorations cut out triangles for leaves, or rectangles, or even circles. Some, the older people like her, could still cut out the shapes of leave...
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