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Submitted to Contest #337
By every official measure, the outpost was an anomaly on a planet declared uninhabitable. Its walls were a smooth composite the color of bleached bone, and its corridors were too clean for a world that shed ash the way a body shed skin. Inside, the air was recycled and scrubbed until it carried a faint, sterilized tang.Mara keyed in the morning authentication and waited while the console accepted her fingerprint, her iris, and her blood-oxygen patterns.After a few seconds, the screen bloomed.PLANETARY STATUS: UNINHABITABLE.POPULATION (REGIST...
Submitted to Contest #334
Alice stepped outside as the sky dimmed to that uncertain hour when afternoon surrendered to winter night. The cold struck her at once. She paused on the threshold of her doorstep to draw her scarf higher, though she could not remember when she had begun wearing one or where it had come from.A man’s coat lay folded over her arm. It was made of heavy navy wool, the kind that held its shape even when unworn. She had meant to return it sooner. Weeks ago, perhaps longer. It felt impolite to keep something that wasn’t hers, even if no one had com...
Submitted to Contest #330
The ink would not dry fast enough.Eliza Morland sat by her bedroom window with the letter spread on the slant of her writing desk, watching each stroke of black glisten stubbornly on the paper. Outside, the light was already thinning. The afternoon was slipping towards evening, and with it the last of her nerve.She pressed the heel of her hand against her chest, as if she might hold her heart still enough to write the final lines.The pen trembled.My dear Thomas, she had written at the top, then stared for a full minute at the single, damning...
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