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Submitted to Contest #281
“Can dogs get seasonal depression?” Amanda asked whoever she was on the phone with. The cellphone was pressed against the side of her head with her shoulder while she tried to type at her computer. The other person said something and Amanda laughed. “He just seems so sad.” I returned to my spot on the couch, it was directly next to the radiator and the window. Amanda’s apartment let in a draft through the window and the radiator made up for it. Somehow this spot on the end of the couch was the perfect temperature. I’d only ...
Submitted to Contest #280
“Legs, do I still have legs? Yes. Okay, two working legs, probably have all my toes too but not worth counting right now. Hands? I needed those to check for the legs. Head is still attached and sore but working as well as it can. Perfect! Now, am I going to die here?” “You’re speaking English?” “OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK.” “Aren’t they teaching Latin in schools anymore?” “I DON'T KNOW! WHAT THE FUCK. WHO ARE YOU?”“I assume they’re not.” “I have a very big stick and all of my toes. And, um, I'm not afraid ...
Submitted to Contest #259
“We’re doing yoga!” Derrick said. Julis tried to keep his hands from shaking with rage. He knew that yoga was not code for anything, it was just yoga. What set him off was the idea of sitting in the same location as Derrick for longer than an hour, of watching his body move, twisting into impossible shapes and having to hear his voice over and over again. Julis had spent his teenage years fantasizing about Derrick’s body. Proximity, however, had caused this to wear off quickly. Lacy sat down next to him. She was late to the morning meeting, ...
Submitted to Contest #223
It was Justine that came forward first. She’d shown up to the Sid Press offices and asked to speak with me alone. I sat her in my personal office and shut the door. Sade caught my eye as I drew the blinds but she didn’t disturb us. “The President has been sleeping with a student.” She said. I swallowed, student-run newspapers usually didn’t get this kind of scoop, in my opinion they shouldn’t. But I was the last person to squander the opportunity to have my name in the national press. “How do you know this?” I asked, “I bel...
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