Tag: Fiction
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MR. VORACIOUS
He decided: from now on, whatever it was, he was going to do it voraciously. That’s what they said about all these successful people: Musk and Jobs and Bezos, they were obsessives and workaholics. Work hard, play hard. That was how to get ahead. So he would work longer hours and stop taking breaks and…
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AESTHETICALLY PLEASING

How they had mocked him at Right-Angle Brick Co.: What’s wrong with an old-fashioned rectangle? A deformed brick gave him the inspiration, he had to make order out of its irregularity. And here it was, laid out across the town square, each polygon snugly slotting together (debate still raged about whether they qualified as hexadecagons).…
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SURVIVAL
I tried not to vomit as I peeled the fetid sock away from my foot. It came off in tattered patches, stuck to the putrid flesh underneath. The pain was excruciating. I had to look. It wasn’t my foot any longer. I didn’t recognise it. It was just a lump of red-purple meat. There were…
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I SWEAR
I swore fidelity to the crown and to my husband. I knew as I uttered the words to both, solemnly and with reverence, that I would keep neither. The marriage was arranged and brokered between the families. A marriage of business and politics. It was polite and kind and never hurtful, but it was passionless…