UNFRIENDED COMPETITION FINALIST
My foot tapped eagerly on the floor of the internet cafe I looked at the unattended laptop, then back to the counter The laptop been siting there, unlocked for over 10 minutes— it would be an easy sell, and I had bills to pay
As soon as the barista opened the double doors and disappeared into to the kitchen I went for it Quickly packing up my belongings, I covered my head with the hood of my sweater and...[Read More]
UNFRIENDED COMPETITION FINALIST
So… I stole a laptop from an internet cafe Judge me all you want, but times are tough and that’s hardly the point of what I’m about to tell you anyway Apparently the owner of it was quite adept at navigating the deep web, because a Tor browser page was open and active when I got home and activated the device The page featured nothing fancy No graphics, no ads, no comment section No pleasant aesthetic or backdrop...[Read More]
UNFRIENDED COMPETITION FINALIST
The storm made the city street a blur to Tim Avery as he walked rapidly down the sidewalk Rain fell just heavily enough to make people run to their cars or take shelter in the shadows of store awnings To Tim, however, walking through the rain seemed right It felt like it might cool off the quietly seething anger building in his chest It might have helped if not for the chaos of the traffic to his right It was rush hour and...[Read More]
UNFRIENDED COMPETITION FINALIST
9:45 PM
I’d never been inside of one before An awkward, out-of-place-feeling little room nuzzled between a failing Irish pub and an antiques shop, I’d honestly forgotten these things existed in the vast metro area of my city Until I needed one College essay, see, and I hadn’t even begun it – just my luck for my laptop to obnoxiously die the weekend before the paper was due I tried to borrow a friend’s computer, but no dice; as...[Read More]
UNFRIENDED COMPETITION FINALIST
I lost my laptop for a few days, and after a thorough search of my apartment, I retraced my steps to an internet café called Trista’s that I occasionally visit I could have sworn I remembered having it after leaving Trista’s, and I knew it was a long shot, but I checked there anyway I asked the manager if they had a lost and found, and within three seconds I had it back in my possession He said some older guy...[Read More]
Slow is the smolder of fire igniting in flesh The skin cracks and dries and powders to ash, incinerating extremities long before flame penetrates to vital systems The eyes will boil from the skull and cartilage will melt and run like wax The insulated brain will be protected all the while, still cognizant of the excruciating agony Bones will splinter next, molten marrow liquefying like hot lead before exploding in shrapnel to puncture the insides
The body will attempt to cool...[Read More]
There was a time when I was younger that I didn't let the people around me know that I smoked cigarettes My best friends and I would acquire some packs from older friends, and sneak off into the woods just behind the corner store where we'd hang out while we smoked a few Dumb, I know We felt cool at the time, though Little did I know, it was far from cool As a matter of fact, to this day,...[Read More]
I repeat to you, gentlemen, that your inquisition is fruitless Detain me here forever if you will; confine or execute me if you must have a victim to propitiate the illusion you call justice; but I can say no more than I have said already Everything that I can remember, I have told with perfect candour Nothing has been distorted or concealed, and if anything remains vague, it is only because of the dark cloud which has come over my...[Read More]
Chapter 1: The Moon’s Faces
I hate the moon The way it shines upon me with its many faces… it's just trying to lure me into its malicious void of white fog I know why it wants me, but I am not sure if I should go I must say, it is entrancing to look up at it I never enjoyed the idea of doing so, and even as I looked into the shining sickle within the sky… I was disgusted...[Read More]
I grew up in a pretty crummy town - Nowheresville; a real one-horse piece of crap with a small municipal park that housed a vintage carousel since time immemorial The same elderly guy sat in his little booth in the center, no matter the weather I would sometimes watch whilst the ornately painted wooden horses paraded by him for the billionth time He would always stare back at me and smile a little
Me and my friend Billy used to invent...[Read More]
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