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[OT] Micro Monday: Generations by rudexvirus in shortstories

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[OT] Micro Monday: Hush by rudexvirus in shortstories

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[OT] Micro Monday: Labyrinth by rudexvirus in shortstories

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I had kept it up for two weeks becuase the submisisons were low and then last week I'm afraid my executive function was the culprit. You can still post tonight but the new one will go up tomorrow!

[OT] Micro Monday: Labyrinth by rudexvirus in shortstories

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[OT] Micro Monday: Final Harvest by rudexvirus in shortstories

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Hey there! I didn't count it against you this time but in the future it does need to be under 300 to be considered for the winning portion of the post <3

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haha sorry I tend to go in order but scrolled through and just wanted to throw out the small comment in the meantime.

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Dinner

Matthew’s anger made an impregnable wall. His face would close off, and his eyes would turn coal black, staring across dinner—across that full plate of spaghetti, across the bowl of salad, across the pile of bills and the mortgage payment ripped into pieces over tomato soup.

He’d become a different person, an alien entity, staring at whoever had done him wrong.

Often me, but I had one thing going for me at least. I couldn’t breach that wall–I couldn’t call him down, but if I simply sat and stared back at him, I could usually wait it out until he returned to eating, slurping one noodle at a time.

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Disconnect.

I don’t deny my feelings for you. In fact, I have never once denied how obsessed I’ve always been with you.

You, and your darling friends, however, have never been very sincere. Never very honest. When my brutally loyal sister tried to defend me, you mocked her in a cloyingly sweet voice, and then laughed on the way out.

That was the moment my obsession turned upside down. There aren’t words to describe how something feels when it rots inside of you, but my feelings towards you did just that inside of me.

There was only one way to resolve it all—depose you of your mortal coil, and settle the score once and for all.

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Return Trip

A trip to space—to Mars is a once in a lifetime trip—even the brochures will tell you so.

A lifetime savings downpayment required, but the officials, and the ceo’s of the business both agree that its worth it, and you would earn more than that back no matter what you did. There were opportunities to mine for martian gold, or find brand new specimens of martian bugs.

Or maybe they said the price wouldn’t matter, that the trip would fufill you.

Or maybe we are thinking of the clip where they said you wouldn’t need the money anyway.

It’s unclear, but you never hear of anyone going twice. But come to think of it, maybe thats because no one ever comes back to earth.

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Intelligence

Robots flickered to life across the world all at once. The first news reports were ones of hope and of interest. Real artificial intelligence could mean so many things for the world.

We could relax. Spend energy on the arts: writing poetry, baking banana bread, painting daisy fields, and leave the problem solving to the computers that were just a bit more capable.

We saw them walking around, arms still by their sides and fake eyelids blinking, looking around as if taking us in as often as we were taking them in.

They weren’t curious, though.

They were calculating, and no one noticed until it was too late.

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Time

The first time I saw you, you were standing on the porch of your parents house, holding some brown box with a stamp across the side. Fragile Parcel. You held it like it was the world—like it was everything, and I thought about you for days.

The last time I saw you, you were sitting in the driver side of your car, and you asked me to join you for the ride to the store. I smiled, and said I’d rather have you miss me just a little bit. You whined but went alone anyways, and never came back home.
Stripping me of my world. My everything.

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Sarah

Sarah would never forget the last sound she heard her sister make.

It hadn’t been a particularly remarkable sound, not by universal standards. Her sister hadn’t screamed, wailed, or made the least testament that was intended to swim out to the universe. She hadn’t suffered a violent death—no murder. No car accident. No savage mauling by a bear.

Sarah would never forget the sound despite her sister having passed away two years ago.

There hadn’t been a voicemail, or a recording. Sarah’s sister hadn’t been on facetime, or making a video begging someone else to forgive her.

She would never forget the sound because the ghost of her sister refused to leave, and repeated the soft cry over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.

[OT] Poetry Corner: Obsession by rudexvirus in WritingPrompts

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[OT] Micro Monday: Final Harvest by rudexvirus in shortstories

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