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Submitted to Contest #36
This is my survival journal, from COVID-19 being the first wave in 2020 to this cancerous fourth wave crushing what remains of us in late 2021. Based on the fact that I’m in the top 10% of survivors—not that there’s much competition—I might be someone worth listening to.If we’d only known that the coronavirus was just the beginning, maybe we would’ve survived the next three waves. Then again, it’s impossible to know. Dad said it was pointless to think of what could have happened, because that’s not a productive use of our precious time.That’...
Submitted to Contest #18
I stumble out of the haberdashery. They said the coat I picked up had just been donated, abandoned in a local alley or a similar story of the sort. I didn’t care to hear the story. I just needed something to help conceal my person. I will say this coat may not do the trick. It’s certainly an odd style. It seems to be made of dyed leather—better black than my usual red— and there’s is actual metal built into it with the buckles. As I try to button it closed, I only find a few buttons—metal as well—but they’re hardly enough to keep it closed. ...
Submitted to Contest #11
A man sits at the base of a mighty tree. He stares down at a smattering of acorns, some whole and others broken, some harvested and some wasted. He remembers being a child, when he was unsure and, frankly, apathetic to what kind of tree this was, yet it still stands, taller, wiser, and well worn in every way. Disease has tried over and over again to take it down, but each has failed. This tree that will have to be taken down from the inside, by a rot that eats away until the tree must give up. So far, the tree has stayed strong. As a boy, he...
Submitted to Contest #6
“Ugh, I can’t wait til we pick up Sara and Billy,” Mary says in her most earnest voice. I try not to be offended every time Mary brings this up. You see, we’re on a road trip, but not just any road trip. This is THE road trip to end all road trips to a place not even on a map—except for the underground one I got from some junkie who had no idea what he had. It’s both a relic and a compass for the few real adventurers left in the world like myself. I say, “epic,” but now the trip feels like a game of Monopoly, threatening to end the fri...
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