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Submitted to Contest #118
Who was Oliver Hamilton? Of course, he is I, I found myself remembering vaguely as I rode the same trolley I did every morning. The same trolley, in fact, that everyone from the Enforcer housing block rode on their 6:15 commute to work. I stood tall and straight just as everyone else, wore the same black suit as everyone else, and wore the same featureless white Mask as everyone else. And, just like everyone else, I didn’t bat an eye when the man standing just three feet away from me began to convulse and collapsed. The Contentment did that...
Submitted to Contest #104
“Huh… we’re such a small town it’s weird we get someone in here we don’t know,” Arnold the mortician muttered as he wheeled the newest body out of refrigeration. “Even weirder we got one that looks just like you, Lucas.” Lucas looked over from where he had been prepping the tray of tools, freezing at the sight of his exact image laid out on the frozen gurney. If ever there was a client he was hoping wasn’t going to follow him home, this was the one. It was supposed to be his day off, he was supposed to be at home alone, with his cat, ...
Submitted to Contest #103
A purple bow tie. In particular, a purple bow tie with light pink spots tied over a white shirt and pleated black bottoms. Dr. Achroma Hues woke in a fit, static in his waking Network rendered his cybernetic limbs useless and forced him to lay there, pondering his dream. It was going to be a bad day.Why had he dreamt about something like that? As the static cleared away he closed his hand, listening to the pleasant plink of his metal fingers against his metal palm for several seconds. Did he even own a bow tie like that? With almost 500 bow ...
“Have you heard? They say the Ancient Mage is whispering because they are running out of Magic Born to fuel it,” a poorly hushed voice whispered mischievously from just beyond the bookshelf. Elle paused her sweeping, intrigued. “Oh hush it,” another voice answered incredulously, foregoing the feigned secrecy. “The Ancient Mage is a myth! There is no one inside the Battery, just pure mana. Besides, if there really was an Ancient Mage, we’d just throw in Magic Borns from around the castle.” Elle’s grip on her broom tightened. Being a Magic B...
Submitted to Contest #79
He heard their voices before he could see their faces through the rapidly appearing holes in the wine rack that had served as a wall hiding him from years of unknown hardships. The dim flickering light activated his sensors, triggering his reboot sequence, and allowing for the overlapping voices to invade his dust clogged filters. As the forgein words bombarded him he attempted to reconnect his system to the Network… “Hey! I think theres someone back here!” A boy’s voice said, somewhere between excited and horrified. “Like, a person!”...
Submitted to Contest #78
“See? We told you it’d be fun!” Michael Kennedy said, nudging his wound-up co-worker. “We shouldn’t have to bully you into coming out to unwind with us every once in a while, Lonny” Unable to give more than a tense smile Milo Lonnit raised his shoulders and tucked into his barely touched drink. How long had he been out with them? About forty-five minutes… meaning he still had at least an hour before he'd be able to get away without having to hear about it the next day… Could he make it that long? “Lonny,” Michael started. “Please, don’t c...
Submitted to Contest #60
For archival purposes only. The Assistant (H.R.A-634) was terminated after this pamphlet’s extremely short print run for failure to properly edit the pamphlet in spite of the direct order to, “never alter the word of the Director”. Hello, and welcome to [REDACTED] Labs Inc. where our Doctors are working around the clock to help you forget about the nightmare our world has descended into! If you are reading this with the proper clearance then congratulations, you have been selected to be Born to the role of Assistant! Good for you! If...
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