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Submitted to Contest #292
“He’s getting aggressive again.” “Seriously? My God, what seems to be the issue now?”He shrugged. He looked at the man, stout, tall, square – browed, chestnut eyes and hair, intently, examining each and every rugged and dismantled object thrown recklessly on his desk. Poor guy. He must have got his degree a couple of months ago, judging from the lopsided Certificate hanging on the wall. “You’ve got a lot of getting used to around here, kid.” Maybe encouraging words will ease him, somehow. The guy (named James, printed in gold bold letters on...
Submitted to Contest #285
“A box can’t fit inside a shoe.”“Daniel, sweetheart, it’s okay. You don’t have to make sense. The doctor said it’s part of the recovery.” “I buttered my cat and now I’m dressing my work table.”“Did he say anything yet?”“The water has hands. She’s very pretty. They’re holding hands for us at the dinner table.”“Really? How sweet! What did they look like?”“They were in the river, and then they looked up and ate the frame.”“How swell! And the dog, how’s the dog?”“I got a wound, it got wings and the wings have legs and arms and hair, and then I e...
Submitted to Contest #282
I pace. I wait. I pace again. I wait. The tremors in my hand have now reached my lower limbs, circulating, surfacing up and emanating as heat from my flushed cheeks. I impatiently tap my heel with the rhythmic chiming of the clock. I can’t wait any longer. If I were to teleport to the Medieval Ages, and I were to be exposed of any crime, I believe this is what torture in the hands of my fellow human beings would have felt like. I know how that may sound, dear reader. An impetuous allusion to a crime. Crime. When one hears of it, their blood ...
Submitted to Contest #274
“Oh, come on Alex, we've been driving for 2 hours now! Don't you think it's about time we go rest somewhere?” A voice, that of which belonged to my nagging girlfriend, cut through the compact, stale bubble of my thoughts. My senses are crossing each other, one trying to usurp the other, desperately trying to gain my attention. My eyes remain fixed on the road before me, the sun peeking teasingly from underneath the two long, never ending lines of the green meadow that lies ahead of us. There's no end in sight. I glance sparingly at her, her ...
Submitted to Contest #270
A wooden chair. A wooden table. A wooden spoon. All is well in the world. For what we strip from the Earth will be replenished. A vital life source. There are no sacrifices to be made. For our sole existence in this world is to provide, and nourish. Nobody is starving in this world. And yet, what about those whose gluttonous greed submerges those that are desperately starving for even a morsel of food? Has the Earth’s resources been exploited? To the point of no return? Why do we kill? Why do we survive, here on this Earth? Is it our c...
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