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Weekly Contest #342
Trigger Warning: Contains intense chaos, implied violence, destruction, and strong language. I shuffle my papers, taking a deep breath. My slicked-back ponytail swishes as I stand up. All eyes are on me. Just how I like it.“Aaray, you can start whenever you’re ready,” Mrs. Vanaala says, offering me a polite smile.“Get it over with already!” A nasally voice shouts from the back of the room. Johny.“Fuck you,” I mutter, and several of my classmates holler. Luckily, Mrs. Vanaala didn’t hear, instead looking at her podputer with glassy eyes. I gl...
Weekly Contest #341
My dearest, Rosa, It has only been a day since I left your arms and was shipped to... Wherever this tiny island is. I still have your picture tucked into my pocket, and I take it out often. The other men here do the same, but one of them, Billy, gives us a hard time. War is war, he says, but I don't know if he means it. William says he lost someone. Which is how I know I'm lucky to have you. I miss you so much, Rosa. But maybe Billy has a point. I want to make the world a better place, to make a difference. War is war. But love is a...
Weekly Contest #339
“It’s alright, child.” I flick the kettle off before the noise can startle the little girl sitting at my counter. Wrinkled hands grip ceramic as I slide two onto the tabletop. The water comes gushing out, poured slowly with a practiced hand.“What about mama?” the girl asks, her tiny voice echoing through the room. “What about papa, brother, and sister?”“It’s alright, child,” I repeat. “Now, what would you like? How about a nice cup of peppermint?”The girl looks up with shining eyes. I look down at the steaming water, opening a bag and droppi...
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