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Submitted to Contest #330
Entry 01 Mission Time: +23 hours since impact Personal Recorder — Manual Activation Mission Specialist — Dr. Adrian Hale The ship groaned. It made a long, dragging sound, like nails on a chalkboard. Okay. Focus. Life Support is sitting at 32%, dropping steadily. I sealed off Module C, but the breach must be deeper in the hull. Still losing pressure. No comms, no thrusters, no rotation control. The gyros are offline. We’re drifting. I’m running the numbers, but… well. There aren’t many numbers left to run. I tried the long-range transmitter t...
Submitted to Contest #327
My favorite spot is gone. The rug feels colder now, the stiff fibers pressing into my fur like tiny needles. Why hasn’t she opened the curtains yet? It’s been a long time. Where is the light? Where is the warmth? Where’s my food?Every day, she wakes up, crosses the room, and lets that big golden glow spill across the floor. So, what gives?Leaping up, my paws sink into the plush surface, my eyes scanning over the fabric laid out. A lump forms in the darkness, a gentle rise and fall motion residing at its peak.“Hello?” I call out. “Are you oka...
Submitted to Contest #324
My sister and her friends are dead because of me. Well, technically, no one is actually dead yet. But it’s safe to say that I’m the reason we are stuck out here in the first place.All I wanted to do was to surprise her with a trip to Martha’s Vineyard with Dad’s old boat. I also managed to contact some of her long-time friends too, inviting them along for the ride. Yet, I couldn’t even get that right because only two of them showed up.Kim and Becca were the ones who replied, my least favorite of the bunch. Definitely not my first choice when...
Submitted to Contest #291
“How much time ya got left?”11:42:23Less than 12 hours until I’m dead.“Sir?”I shake my head, glancing up. “I’m sorry. What?”An older gentleman stands over me, holding onto the train car’s grip handle above. A disposable face mask covers most of his face, his cold eyes staring down at me. A teal sweater underneath accompanies his long white coat, covered in dirt and dust. He kind of looks like a doctor, but those are few and far between these days. “How much time?” He asks, his voice muffled.“Not much,” I reply.“How much?”“Less than 12 h...
My husband was dead.I could still see his body crumpled on the asphalt. Police sirens wailed and the ambulance arrived on scene. I flew down the stairs to the lobby floor, bursting through the front doors. But before I could see anything more. They took him away.They questioned me. But I held no answers. I held no lies.They ruled that I was innocent, and that I was free to go.There were no signs of foul play. No signs of abuse. No signs of murder.They left me there and I was relieved they were gone.Jack was dead and I was heartbroken. H...
Submitted to Contest #258
I stepped into what looked like the living room of Blackwood Manor with my camera slung over my shoulder. The first thing I noticed was an old blue couch that sat in the middle, its upholstery now faded and torn. In front of the couch was a coffee table, coated in layers of dust along its surface. To the right of the couch was a red armchair with sagging cushions and impressions still left behind. In the back corner, stood a grandfather clock with its arms and pendulum frozen in time.I ran my finger along the table, leaving behind a clean tr...
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