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Weekly Contest #346
Falling. That was the sensation. The girl’s head sank and jolted back into her car seat. It hurt, like something squeezed it, and she felt a pang in her stomach as she looked down at the seatbelt still strapped tight over her puffy purple jacket. Then she looked up, around—fog covered the windows of the sedan on all sides, but she could see the uneven sticking of fresh snow on all of them.In the front seat, her parents were asleep on pillows over the dashboard. Beside her, her little brother’s head sank too, down to his chest, a little drool...
Weekly Contest #345
There was no way to tell night from day. Somewhere along the journey, he knew he’d lost track. From the window of the ship, at what he called night, he watched the stars. They spiraled and twisted, roiled and blurred—familiar gleams pushing back the dark as they revolved around rings of some distant planet. Some distant moon. He spent countless hours watching them dance, but always kept, in the back of his mind, a truth. A truth he sealed, closed tight like the doors of the ship he had welded shut: The stars didn’t move, only he did. ‘Is ...
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