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Weekly Contest #346
The click of Paul’s boot heels echoed from the concrete as he walked to board the train. He was the only one at this station, but he could hear others chatting through the open windows. He stepped up and into the train, the conductor eyeing him. A flash of cold, Paul’s gaze snapped around, nothing. But he knew. “Not seen someone get on from this station in a long time, Ticket?” the conductor asked. Paul replied by pulling his ticket from his black shirt. “Not a talker, eh?” The conductor asked as he punched the ticket and waved Paul on. Paul...
Weekly Contest #345
Burning pain. Static, then an unending ring. Ash blinked a few times, registering the warmth of blunt impacts spreading across his body. He catalogued the sensations: pain, noise, pressure, nothing he hadn’t felt before. Ash planted a hand and let the armor haul him upright. He heard more static. His squad lay before him. Unmoving. The HUD confirmed what was already obvious, but Ash felt nothing. Just the checklist. Find Golem two. Locate the package. He pried it free: a black box, featureless except for its digital display and the markin...
Weekly Contest #340
Static, echoes of cries that never happened. Warmth running down the cheek from a cut that couldn’t be. Pain of a wound that wasn’t there, memory of the pain that never was. Panting as he stood surveying the destruction about him, wiping the nonexistent blood from his cheek. He moved towards the cries that echoed, unheard. Finding a body half was nothing more than charred destruction, the other untouched. Yet it cried without a breath to cry with. Paul moved forward; something had happened, and he couldn’t remember what. He saw an indent...
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