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Submitted to Contest #243
“Hey, Josh. Joshua. Wake up!” Hands shook Josh awake. The first thing he noticed, as he came to, was his position. He wasn’t lying down, he was sitting straight up, strapped to a chair. An uncomfortable chair. His back was stiff, it kind of hurt to shift. His brain caught up to why he was sitting as his eyes shuttered open through the grogginess. What he saw woke him up immediately. The clear windows of the shuttle revealed the twin moons of Icar blocki...
Submitted to Contest #242
The even rumble of the engine hummed quietly from beneath the hood of the parked Honda Civic, and smoke floated from the exhaust pipe as its headlights highlighted the brick beneath the apartment building window in front of the car. James sat in the driver’s seat, tapping his fingers nervously with the air conditioning blasting and the radio blared, “It’s amazing, folks, the technology required to do what they do… The information influx alone is insane,...
Submitted to Contest #234
This story contains death, talking tentatively about substance abuse, and some language. The organ sounded like a horn in the deep. My feet hurt, but that was far from the focus of the moment. Row after row of men and women alike mostly staring straight ahead, tears welling in their eyes, while the rest admired the salt residue on their shoes. The air hung heavy; each breath felt forced as the elephant sat on everybody’s chest. My eyes were dry even as my heart was f...
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