Shinga Shinga

“Bloody Tea Leaves and Fuckin Coffee Beans ” by Shinga Shinga

Submitted to Contest #287

1.They banned folks from toting teapots and kettles.Classifying them as weapons of war.Frank remembers clearly that day, the day dictator-in-chief declared a state of emergency. Remembers all the stooges and quislings who clapped. Remembers the collective liberal orgasm. And how the elites, academics and cultural icons collectively smirked.Then came the run-of-the-mill anecdotes.Soldiers whose scalded limbs had been or had to be amputated. Women whose lives had been altered because the long arm of the law couldn't prevent their partners from...

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“Jaws on the Floor.” by Shinga Shinga

Submitted to Contest #272

I wanted nothing more out of his flabby tummy than to retrieve the lion’s portion of my green club sandwich. Nothing more, check; but nothing less either. That and for the incessant bullying the school yard had suffered at the hands of The Gang of Three to stop. The Terrible Trio had swept across the school yard like a swarm of locusts, picking harvests out of takeout containers with victuals prepared for stepchildren and grandkids. Picking clean the lunchboxes of the small and weak of this world. Topsy-turvying the chow of those who dared r...

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“Captioned Photograph” by Shinga Shinga

Submitted to Contest #244

Contains references to sexual and physical violence. Also contains strong language. 1 You asked for it, Your Worship; So . . . Here it is. That was the caption. Even without the legs rendered by the photograph it accompanied, it was still a beast which could crawl on its own belly. Wriggling free from the shackles of prevarication. Of course, the photograph was vivid enough to tell the tale of a thousand sordid words. But that caption . . . it shifted the burden of proof to the accused. How do you deny that you actually meant to send that pr...

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“Being Human ” by Shinga Shinga

1 >> Saan’ya << << Walter >> >> That’s not my name << << it is for now ><< what’s up? >> << Take a guess >> >> 🤔 here we go — again. << << I can bleed. ><< 😬 >> >> let me guess, 🫵 want me to ask what's that? << << 🤷‍♀️ >> >> 🙌 << << Was kind of hoping you would; but was almost certain you wouldn't. >> >> okay, and only for the sake of progress, what's bleeding? << << You'll ha...

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“Cold Pizza” by Shinga Shinga

Submitted to Contest #240

The wind whispers ripples on the skin of an otherwise placid body of water; it sows goosebumps on mine and my lover's. My hairs dance in concert, her melanin's shade deepens. The sky bleeds, crimson melts on the treetops and flows into the dam. Monkeys chirp, birds flap their eager wings as they soar towards the wound of the horizon. Twigs snap and plummet into the shallower peripheral parts of the water. Where they collide with the various sized ripples, the offspring of the haphazard and intensifying breeze, and are washed back on land. Th...

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“Brand New Hannah” by Shinga Shinga

Submitted to Contest #231

Warning: Strong LanguageEntry Number: 365Of: December 31, 2023Time: 22:45On: Chatbot Diary, Version 3.1.2 ©2023Hey Diary.Hey girl.You ready to know what I been thinking about all day today?Dick?No.No? You sure about that?I mean, besides that.Umm, I don't know then. Please enlighten.That there's years you completely forget about, ain't there? Years that even the likes of poor Diary can't help you reminisce. That's what.Oh, come on now girl. You don't know me well enough. We just met.The lady doth protest too much, me thinks. I've kept you bet...

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“How Everyone Lost The War” by Shinga Shinga

Submitted to Contest #184

OneThe grocery cart’s wheels wobble and squeak on the wet, badly lit floor. A floor which reflects back the scant silver of the flickering overhead lights, those intermittent oases in a desert of pitch blackness. They all threaten to fall from the weight of the winged creatures which have nowhere else to bask for many miles. Their continuous buzz has become a score of the thriller movie the world has become. A pair of Nikes shuffle closely behind the cart. One of them kicks a dancing hind wheel as it comes to a stop. It is to the brim with a...

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