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Submitted to Contest #308
The gravel drive exhales dust as I kill the engine. Twilight slumps across the mountains, color wrung out like a rag. The farmhouse sags worse than I remember—like my absence pulled another nail loose. I sit a minute. No music. No crickets. Just a hush thick as wool. The air smells like rain that changed its mind. Nan used to call this the breath-held hour. “Everything’s waiting,” she’d whisper, lighting her solstice lantern. “Even the sun.” This year, the sun didn’t rise. Not really. Grey skies. Crops failing. A local reporter called it a ...
Submitted to Contest #307
They say if you walk Caldera Street just past midnight, the air itself leans in to listen.A cracked bronze bell hangs from the archway of a long-abandoned church at the street's end. It hasn't run in decades--not since the fire--but those who know, say it never stopped sounding. You just have to hear it right. You have to listen with your bones.Lenn never believed in stories like that. Not until the night Emri slipped him the key. It started at a gallery. The kind where everyone pretends they know what paint is trying to say. Lenn was there ...
Submitted to Contest #219
“...What about the pilot? Were we able to figure out if they were DOA?” Sai’urn sighs heavily, one of the office chairs creaking slightly as he sits down. “First officer Shaii’kvi died on impact due to engine failure in the pod. An engineering failure in the pod’s design. We suspect she was seeking refuge on station RELLE, before it was taken down a decade ago, sir.” Wait. Mom? “Shit.” Oni hisses under his breath. His heart begins to compete with the officer’s voices, hammering away inside its cage, drowning out the world around him. ...
Submitted to Contest #218
The feeling of a shift in gravitational pull is something Onii’kvi will never fully get over. Stepping out of his pod, feeling his body and organs shift, readjust to the new redistribution the atmosphere is forcing upon him, he nearly stumbles. Taking a look around for his bearings doesn’t work either because even the immediate vicinity around the ship, the ground beneath Onii’kvi’s boots, it’s all virtually desolate. Black. Empty. Of course, it isn’t actually but it definitely feels that way. The density of the air, the foliage around him, ...
Submitted to Contest #183
Kamikaze I never believed in destiny or a greater purpose until I met Palmer. She possessed this… fire inside of her that I lost after Robbie died. I had lost the passion in my life– and in Jericho a life without fire, drive, or passion– it’s not quite worth living. Palmer changed that. She changed me. She was the first one I opened up to about Robbie’s death, about the tumor, and… all of the baggage that came with that. When I told her about the life-sentence they gave me… that my time was limited, she didn’t run like the others. L...
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