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Submitted to Contest #323
She burned the books at the altar. A hundred books and tens of thousands of pages were sacrificed to the flames, erupting in a brilliant red, then orange, and—for a split second—blue. She watched, rapt with fascination, her eyes reflecting the ashes as they burned. And burned. And burned.*** The Duty—or so it had come to be called—was established on February 20th, 2500, just before midnight. Each citizen had been provided a quota of books, newspapers, or other such written media to destroy within a week, along with lighters and pyres to car...
Submitted to Contest #309
The release of the violin string left behind a devastating, melancholic note to intertwine with the gentle stillness of the air—the sort of beauty that only appealed to those with a penchant for the grayer side of life. Observing silently, a woman sitting solitarily on a bench near the performer discreetly wiped her eyes, her forlorn expression contrasting the small, nostalgic smile that had crossed her face. “Who taught you to play?” she inquired gently, praying that he would meet her eyes and show some sort of recognition. Anything to pro...
Submitted to Contest #290
When Amara pictured the end—as often as she did—never once had she expected to meet hers alone at night on one of the safest college campuses in the world. Barrelling toward her, sending her heart into a rapidfire arrangement that sounded disturbingly familiar to the drums of the college band, was a mongrel whose shadow seemed to stretch onward endlessly, till it was swallowed up by the edges of the dorm building. It would be futile to run, she knew, having already weighed in her head the speed of the approaching foe against her own, so, squ...
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