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Abigail Grace. First Place in Reset Your Password Challenge.
Two in the morning. I’m in my gaming chair, controller in-hand. I want to sleep, but that ain’t happening. Haven’t managed more than a twenty minute power nap in the past six days. Cold, discarded half-filled bins of Chinese food grew stale on the dinner table in the nook near the kitchen in the small, 2-bedroom apartment.
By Bryan Buffkin4 years ago in Fiction
Hero. Second Place in Reset Your Password Challenge.
There was a time when I could have been considered a good man. I had a wife and family. I had a house with a picket fence. I had a good job and college education – the only one in my family who did. I guess you could say I had it all, the ideal life of a middle-income man. Yeah, that was me, a law-abiding upstanding citizen working for the man and just living out the proverbial American dream.
By Cathy holmes4 years ago in Fiction
The Least Painful Way to Die. Runner-Up in Reset Your Password Challenge.
What's the least painful way to die? The cursor pulses behind the question mark in the search bar. Of course, I'm not really going to search. Not here on my work laptop, not anywhere. I push the backspace, watching the words disappear in reverse.
By Jay Mckenzie4 years ago in Fiction
My Tattoo's Got a Secret. Runner-Up in Reset Your Password Challenge.
作成遷移啓示結合忘却, seven-year-old Nathan writes on a piece of paper without missing a stroke, beaming under the pride shining in his mother's eyes. Then, as instructed by her, he burns the paper and watches as a hundred little dots of fire, like tiny lanterns, float up into the air. The forest around them seems to hold its breath in the cool winter night, expectant, fearful.
By Dooney Potter4 years ago in Fiction
Digital Paradise. Runner-Up in Reset Your Password Challenge.
Silty rain washes down your window. Lights flicker. Rattle. A nearby monorail passes on squealing joints. A flood is likely. The East drowns. The West is bone dry almost like The Grapes of Wrath in reverse. Don’t get me started on politics. Schools, gay bars, and churches are blood baths and bullet smoke vigils. The right-wings foster single-minded conspiracies and rig elections from the bottom up, and the left-wings chant equality but sip martinis and turn down bills that will shrink their estates. Sounds like someone needs an escape. Sounds like someone needs Digital Paradise™.
By Christopher Michael4 years ago in Fiction
Coffee at One. Runner-Up in Reset Your Password Challenge.
The little monitor light flickers. Again, again, again, like the rhythmic beat of Bon Iver which trips through your headphones. You’re tired, it’s late, and you can’t stop thinking about that email you’re fairly sure you forgot to send.
By Rose Waters4 years ago in Fiction
Barmhärtighet. Runner-Up in Reset Your Password Challenge.
Los Angeles, 12/30/49 The job: clip a degenerate Swede ex-boxer named Goran Lundberg. Nickname: The Mountain Man, purebred dumbass unimaginative, the exact English translation of his actual name. No surprise, towhead idiot had a coma case’s imagination, could only outthink a brick if you laid it on its side.
By Tripp Fulton4 years ago in Fiction
Floored. Runner-Up in Reset Your Password Challenge.
The weather matches her mood. Miserable with no sign of improvement. Lizzie stands with her face pressed up against the window and gazes into the distance. The dark clouds are so heavy they sink into the swirling grey seawater and a thin layer of mist looks like it’s been smeared across the horizon.
By Caroline Craven4 years ago in Fiction
The Waterfall. Runner-Up in Reset Your Password Challenge.
“Good afternoon, everyone, and welcome to this week’s broadcast of Keeping the Peas. I’m Paul and this is Phyllis.” “Thanks, Paul,” Phyliss said. They occupied one of the radio studios of CHMR at Memorial University of Newfoundland. “You know, I’m proud of Keeping the Peas. We’re all about voices, both worldwide and right here in Newfoundland and Labrador."
By Matthew Daniels5 years ago in Fiction
This Place. Runner-Up in Reset Your Password Challenge.
Atticus Black. A glassy reflection to it that made him think of beached whales, slick with oil after a tanker spill. He blew smoke down into it and watched it swirl and linger like a fog. Slowly, it faded and the features of his face reappeared in disjointed form, fragmented in the rippled liquid. Fragmented, he thought. Pulled apart. The liquid settled further and his face came into clear view within it. Broken. He pulled on his cigarette, exhaled and brought the coffee to his lips.
By Dean F. Hardy4 years ago in Fiction
