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Submitted to Contest #160
The heat. It’s like a dream. I think I’m asleep, a walker dragging herself through the heavy weight of sand flooding around her ankles, almost soft clouds that tempted her to sink into and sleep. But then the hot sun beats down on my back like a sharp whip, reminding me that this is, in fact, real. If I genuinely decide to lie down and close my eyes, my sleep may turn eternal. It’s tempting. How long has it been? Days? Weeks perhaps? I shouldn’t have escaped. The high walls of bones sound like a luxury now, a sanctum ...
Submitted to Contest #137
“Dr. G says it’s a body of our ancestors,” his assistant clarified, shouting over the rotors of their chopper. Hojo looked over his notes thoroughly, again and again, attempting to make out the photographs of the “phenomenal” discovery his college friend had the luck to find. His long, dark hair fell over his bony white fingers, tracing lines along a certain photo of a creature with pale, blue skin, lying inside what appeared to be a metal coffin. Our ancestors didn’t fall from space, he thought. Or else, there would be, certainl...
“Are you there, God? It’s me…” I swallowed, holding back my name until it leaked through my trembling lips with a long sigh, eyes closed. At this point, my name didn’t matter. My status wasn’t going to help me anymore. I clasped my hands in prayer, fingers meshed tightly, knuckles whitened, trimmed nails digging into the backs of my hands. Archangels might’ve been gripping my neck with their mighty fists because my throat strangely tightened, unable to swallow. My eyes burned, nothing but darkness behind their lids as I pictured all ...
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