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Submitted to Contest #48
Running from a threat that cannot be seen. Is it internal or is it real? Fear is real, Mathias thought, stopping briefly to pant against a wall corridor. But I cannot see it. His legs were moving from under him before he could think any further. The frantic sound of feet slapping against the concrete floor, echoing off every surface. No one can hear it. Corner after corner he zipped around, expecting to come across something that would change the fear in his heart. He let his hopes rise and fall over a...
Submitted to Contest #46
Bundling up pieces of shattered rock from last night’s shower into ridged hands, Zavr went to work, running through the routine without necessary thought. “Most simple and prideful occupation in the colony,” his employer had advertised to Zavr and the recruits, a haughty grin snug on his face. He had been right of the simplicity; the role of a gash mender included a basic three-step cycle that never ended. This entailed gathering up the remains of meteors that regularly bombarded their home planet, a mindless toss into one of numerous crater...
Submitted to Contest #44
“But it’s so soon. I thought we would have the whole summer at the least.” Cillian paced up and down the room, stopping briefly to light a cigarette held between two shaking fingers. He took an exaggerated drag, inhaling the smoke into his bones. “It’s a surprise to me as well, darling.” Emily tried to focus her attention on the warm sensation of the water or the sudsy sliding sound of the sponge while she cleaned the dishes. “Damn fool’s errand,” he mumbled, the rolled tobacco butt now situated betw...
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