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David Adams

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From Haaven to… Eedeen

Weekly Contest #346

Tomorrow we leave for space and… well, the stars or at least a star. It’s a one-way trip, probably. If we did manage to return it would mean that we had failed. Today is my last day before the mission; the last day here in my home, on my home. I sit at the window watching the sun set or trying to see it, hoping against hope that the air will be clear for this last time but, as ever, the smog is reducing the scene into a dull blur. Maybe it will be different in the morning, I tell myself. Of course, it isn’t and I leave my family, donning a m...

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From the Highest of Highs to the Lowest of Lows

Weekly Contest #339

Graduation “Mum, Dad, you made it! And Steven, you came as well.” “Couldn’t miss my little sister’s graduation, particularly with your success.” Steven hugged Emma briefly before asking the question her parents had on their lips. “Who’s this, sis?” “This is Flight Lieutenant Tony Smythe. The Tony, I spoke of, Mum.” Emma introduced the man dressed in RAAF uniform. “Steven, I met Tony during my first week here.” “But you’ve never brought him home for Christmas or for other holidays?” “Sorry, Steven, Mr & Mrs Glenister but I was never able ...

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The Story of a Young Life cruelly cut short.

Weekly Contest #306

Sensitive themes - references to sexual activity and to violence. As a journalist I try to report things without judgement or emotion. At least, controlled feelings, focusing on the facts. Louise Armstrong’s parents agreed to give me full access to their daughter’s diaries. I hope that my choice of extracts will give you, the reader, an insight as to how she came to be a part of the terrible events of last January. 2025November5th. It’s my birthday and I’m EIGHT!! This is my first note in my first diary. My Nan gave it to me and made me prom...

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An Interview with Louise Armstrong.

Weekly Contest #304

Note: Story contains references to sex and attempted rape.“Interview commencing 14.00. Present: Antony Major; investigating officer. DI Linda Anders; Ms Armstrong’s friend – Ann Gilmour. For the recording Ms Armstrong – please would you confirm your name and your address.” The DI stopped.“I am Louise Armstrong. I was about to live in the student block, block D, for the first-year of my astrophysics degree. I don’t understand, why am I here?” Her voice trembled exposing her fear. “Please, I just want to go home.”Linda, leant forward. “Louise,...

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The Ultimate Sacrifice

Weekly Contest #202

Nightmare. Screech! The terrifying sound of metal being twisted and torn. We jerk round, far too late, the monster has broken through the barrier. The blazing eyes of the beast blind us. I hear my friend’s yell. “Look out, Sophie.” Her violent thrust throws me against the side wall and I fall. Even as I do there is a thud and I see her somersault through the air before crashing down to the ground, whimpering. I scream as the beast’s claw rakes my body. I try to reach her but the beast comes back, its eyes now a fiery red. With another thud i...

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Intellectual Curiosity Uncovers an Amazing Truth, or Perhaps a Frightening One?

Weekly Contest #174

The medical centre on Eden was as quiet as ever with little sound to muffle the humming and occasional bleep of a molecular scanner as it analysed the sample inserted a few hours before by the town’s senior doctor.***                 ***                 ***Dr Au Clair would have had to admit that her current work was really designed as a time filler. Two years on from Eden b...

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One way or another - the end was a million years in the making

Weekly Contest #140

In a small town deep in the provincial heart of the largest continent, one nerd stared at her screen. How had this been missed? Surely someone else must have downloaded the same data and found the anomaly. Had everyone else just ignored it? Why? Did they fear ridicule if they were proven wrong? Can I say anything? I’m just me. The university is so far from here. Will they listen? Have they already rejected other people in the capital but not said this is rubbish? She had been downloading data from the orbiting telescope since she could use...

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GROW UP, they told me, FAST!

Weekly Contest #139

Recording found on Earth's surface, M768, first landing since the Event9th Deimos, M38. (Earth calendar 2107)Today dawned, as it always does, with a red sky.Today I am eight years old, Martian years that is, which, for any earthlings, is about fourteen Earth years and this the first entry in a record that I promised my parents I would keep. They called it. They called it. Sorry, things have got a little emotional. You see. No, of course you don’t. I know what it is called. It’s a diary and they wanted me as, what they called me, a true Marti...

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How I won the highest award but might have doomed the human race.

Weekly Contest #137

Memoirs of a Scientist – Chapter 6There have been many significant points in my life and some memorable highs but it would be dishonest if I were not to record the most important failing, an incident that still gives me nightmares over what might have happened due to my unreasoning reaction to a new PhD student, if she had not reacted as she did.Despite that it is appropriate to start this chapter over twenty years later.“Professor Sokolov, congratulations on being awarded the Nobel Prize. How does it feel?”I smiled a little. “It is a great ...

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The Birthday Present

Weekly Contest #44

It was my 45th birthday and, for the first time, it seemed I might get a present worth having. Only now could I hope that my work would change the future for my children, if not for me.Forty years of desperation, maybe longer for I cannot remember too much of those first few years. I do know that they were full of stress for my parents and I lost a brother, I never knew. But even in those early years I was already aware that my world was changing. Slowly the outer air lock opened. It always seemed slow but I had to remind myself that it weig...

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