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Submitted to Contest #104
I came home from my final long day of work and immediately changed into my pyjamas, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and sat my happy ass down on the couch. The selection of books from my shelf was small, but important to me; each one contains a story that says something about me, or about my life at the time I read it. I traced a finger along the spines invisible on the shelf above me, feeling their familiar cracks and bruises. Vision wasn’t necessary, because I knew this bookshelf by heart and feel alone. &nbs...
Submitted to Contest #102
Only one patient remained in the infirmary given to Smallcharms’ care. She washed her hands slowly, ensuring she removed every last particulate of visible debris before removing her hands from the bowl and washing them on a clean towel set nearby. She looked at the mirror and adjusted the badge on her off-white monk garbs, slightly soiled from today’s work. She let out a small sigh, put on her best smile, and turned toward her final patient’s draped room. She was born without a name; Smallcharms was orph...
Submitted to Contest #101
They say that when a phoenix dies, it burns to ashes and is reborn anew. With that in mind, we must assert that there is, at any given time, at least one phoenix on the planet at any given time. So… where is it? Why have I never seen one before? Dagny paused to think a little longer, letting the ink of her pen bleed a little on her lower lip. It wasn’t necessary to lick the pen or anything, she just thought it made her look smarter when she wrote. As a result, she had accumulated an impressive collection of blue spots on her lips by the ...
Submitted to Contest #100
It is considered the second worst sin to our people to break bread with your father’s murderer. But it was part of the plan -- the culmination of my life's purpose was to be at this very table in order to enact vengeance. I had to break a few eggs for this omelette, so to speak; coincidentally, one was sitting quite coquettishly on the edge of the plate in front of me, still steaming with it's content's aromas alluringly playing with my olfactory senses. Peppers, mushrooms, cheeses, onion, garlic, all dancing in an orchest...
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