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Weekly Contest #357
The world did not end the way the old ones promised. No final fire. No flood to finish the job in a single clean night. It just narrowed, a little more each year, until what was left was small enough to count, and the men who did the counting decided that it was the same as owning.They call themselves the Reclamation. They came after, in the quiet years, when the soil was learning to hold seed again and the rivers had stopped carrying the old poisons. They fancy themselves stewards. They draw their lines around the clean water and the workin...
Weekly Contest #351
The car is running because the heat is broken at the house and I needed somewhere warm to finish this. That is the reason I am giving myself. The real reason is that if I go inside I will have to talk to people, and if I talk to people I will not finish this, and if I do not finish this I will stand up in forty minutes and say whatever falls out of my mouth, which is not what my mother asked for.My mother asked for a eulogy.I have a draft on the passenger seat. I have been working on it for nine days. I have been working on it, truthfully, f...
Weekly Contest #349
Today is April 31.I know that’s not a real date. I know how calendars work. I probably know more about orbital physics than anyone here, which is four people and a cat, so that’s not saying much. But I know.I’m writing it anyway. The GPS reads 29.76, -95.36. If you’d shown me those coordinates a year ago I’d have told you that’s Houston, Texas. It’s still Houston. Just not the version I remember.My father kept a field journal for thirty-one years. Green canvas cover, spiral bound, the kind you can get at any farm supply store. Weather, soil ...
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