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Submitted to Contest #315
GEORGEAre you there, God? It’s me, George Song, the most influential explorer in the 21st century, sweating his butt off at the bottom of a cave. I know you haven’t heard from me before- blame my Chinese Buddhist ancestors- but I could really use some divine intervention right now. Can you hear me from up there? Thousands of feet above, cracks in the rock glow like a broken halo on the ceiling. I keep praying into the darkness, at least for show.I can’t sleep. Which is strange, I would’ve killed to sleep just a few weeks ago. Now, hunger dar...
Submitted to Contest #308
Mary “Witch!” The townsmen cried. “Burn the witch!” We awoke to the roar of a hungry inferno. Flames danced along the wooden planks of our bedroom, creeping along the bookcase, burning years and pages of private research with an outstretched flame. My chest tightened as I fought back tears in the smoke. How did they find out? “Mom! Why are they doing this?” Tears dripped down my daughter’s face, as I pulled her small, shivering body close to me. “Annie, listen to me,” I smoothed her matted hair, wincing as the fire singed my blouse, “They c...
“What is humanity but memories?” The patient howled, clawing at my hand on his chest. My scalpel froze in the air. “What do you know about humanity?” I whispered, shoving an anesthesia-filled mask on his insufferable face. “Who are you to take my memories-” The patient’s eyes almost instantly rolled back, succumbing to delusions of better days. I scoffed at him, crimson streaks running down my gloves. Usually, I could get away with having the patient awake during surgery, only anesthetizing the scalp, as the brain has no pain receptors. They...
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