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Weekly Contest #361
How does anything get anywhere in the universe? An ocean of black. An endless sky. A universe perpetually growing. I may not know everything, but I do know my story. I know where I’ve been and I’d be happy to tell you how I was a lost moon until one day I wasn’t. It all began during a summer solstice which also happened to be a lunar eclipse. Just as my planet, Cyrene, was passing between me and the sun, an asteroid entered into our gravitational pull and made direct contact into me. I was knocked out of orbit and began to spin in ways I nev...
Weekly Contest #358
The chill of the March air wrapped around me. The rain lightly tapped the shelter I was going to call home until the war came to an end. The rain in this part of France never seemed to stop. As I watched the rain drops race down the window in front of me, Nettie nudges my arm and nods her head to the Chief Operator who has been giving us a briefing on our duties and her expectations for us at the switchboards.“Remember, we are the life line for our men fighting on the front lines. They cannot win this war without constant communication. We w...
Weekly Contest #356
“I’m tired”, I plea to the millions of stars that hang above me so effortlessly. “I’m tired and I can’t do it anymore” my plea turns to cries as I fall to my knees with my palms to my face. The cold air freezes my tears and I feel as though I will forever be cold. Without his hand to hold mine and his voice to speak my name, I will never know warmth the same. “Please”, I continue my plea, “take me too. If you can’t give my baby back to me then just take me too!” I scream to the moon, the stars and the rest of that empty universe. Without my ...
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