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Submitted to Contest #336
PC: “Hello?” HC: “Hi. Is Paul there?” PC: “Speaking.” HC: “Hey Paul, it’s, uh… it’s your daughter. Mom gave me your number so I could, you know, maybe talk to you for a bit. I have a lot of questions and uh, things I wanna know.” PC: “You know, I uh, don’t have a lot of time to talk right now. Maybe later?” HC: “You and I both know that ‘later’ means never.” PC: “Hah, your mother sure raised one hell of a firecracker. Keep it short, sweetheart, okay?” HC: “Don’t call me that. Look, I’ve heard a bunch of different things about you grow...
Submitted to Contest #333
Up in the sky, in the dead of night, lies a domain lost to legend and spoken stories. A once powerful realm that guided sailors and cartographers to exploration and discovery. But for the last two hundred years, there has been one force throwing off the balance of the night sky, and that force is Cassiopeia. Something must be done, and soon. “ORIOOOOON!” The Major Ursa calls, the Minor his shy echo. The High Court is composed of Polaris, the Great North Star; Draco, the Great One’s little guard dragon; Ursa Major and Minor, his right (and le...
Submitted to Contest #331
Vincent’s cold breath condensates in front of him while he sprints through the barren, winter woods. Hop! Over a dead log. Duck! Under a tangle of branches. Fox! He races past, barely stirring the animal. Where he was speeding off to? He’d like to think to nowhere, just for the hell of it. To feel “free”, or whatever that means nowadays.Over and under, Vincent weaves through the woods, only a once-white tee shirt under a tattered winter jacket clings to his back and chest, and a pair of well-loved carpenter pants with a hole in the left knee...
Submitted to Contest #330
“Can we run through the risks of the surgery again, doctor?” she inquired, not understanding the medical terms the surgeon was spouting off rapidly. Something about the fracture of a femoral head, the need to replace her entire hip in a total arthroplasty, words of those sorts. She was finding it rather hard to follow, and the speed of his speech was doing nothing to help. ”You’ve broken your hip. We can reconstruct it for you, but that will mean replacing the entire joint, and putting a new ball in your hip. It’s a pretty routine surgery, i...
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