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Submitted to Contest #84
The first thing we’re told in school is that there’s nothing outside the bunker. Mr. Morgan used to tell the story every September, the mark of the new year. “The world was once lush and green, until the humans corrupted the land with their greed. Before long, the world was too contaminated to continue living in it. Luckily, by the brilliance of our forefathers, we were able to build a home here in the ground, deep below the corruption seeping into the soil. In time, even our home may be overtaken, and woe be the day that occurs.” Kind of a ...
Submitted to Contest #83
Her first breath above the water comes out part gasp and part sob. The air above the sea is cold, crisp, and unfamiliar in the ever darkening night. She pulls herself with tired arms and cramping fingers across the beach, sand slipping through her hands with each grasping tug. For a time she does nothing more than lie there, on her side so the sand doesn’t get in her lungs, though she thinks that may be preferable to this. Every breath is a rasp, until she’s strong enough to let out another strangled sob. She stays this way until morning ...
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