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Submitted to Contest #337
The docking sequence completed without variance.Clamps engaged, pressure equalized.A brief confirmation tone sounded. He waited through the remainder of the cycle, although there was nothing left to wait for. When the indicator light dimmed, he released the harness and stood. The pod’s interior was unchanged: single seat, narrow aisle, cabinets recessed into the walls. All surfaces were intact, clean in the way that suggested maintenance without attendance. He retrieved the port-case from beneath the seat. From one of the cabinets, he remove...
Submitted to Contest #283
“I can’t put a finger on it, but something is off. Call it a hunch, a sixth sense—something is out of place.” “Pete, NASA doesn’t exactly operate on hunches.” “Alright, call it an intuition, a subconscious analysis of accumulated information—whatever, something is wrong.” “Look, it’s been a long flight. The longest in human history. But since we are almost done, since we are landing in forty hours, and especially since you are the First Pilot – I suggest you stop freaking out, OK? Sure, anxiety kicks in, thoughts are swirling. How it’s gonna...
Submitted to Contest #139
Dear Diary, Today we went to see Alice. She is in bed. I think they don’t allow playing there. She is lying in bed all the time. They cut all of her hair. She is bald now, like uncle Gregory. He is balder, I think. Mom said this is to get Alice healthy again. We will play then, and her hair will grow back. Dear Diary, I am still alone at home, and Alice is in the hospital. It was quite a battle today. LEGO soldiers took over the City of Dinosaurs. They are smart because they went there when many dinosaurs were away,...
Submitted to Contest #122
Of course, of all the workaholics employed by the Mall’s cinema, I was the only person who volunteered. Boss brought those giant paper snowflakes and cheerfully announced that the decoration had to be done after hours. Perhaps too cheerfully. And “after hours” means “deep night” if you work at a movie theater. No wonder I was the only one eager to embellish the place. I proudly adjusted my Cinematrix badge and grasped the broom, waiting for the last person to leave the auditorium. There is always someone with the obligation to sit thro...
Submitted to Contest #121
The owner, Mr. Kingitus, always carried some grandeur, towering above in his gray suit, hair dramatically disheveled, a modicum of madness in the eyes. But I guess everything looks grand from the bottom shelf of the gift card stand, the rack which I’ve occupied for six months, and frankly – I don’t think it will ever change, well, maybe only if Mr. Kingitus will have a mental breakdown and tear us all to tiny pieces and scatter those around the whole Mall. “All you need is right there,” he encouraged a newcomer, a dark-haired girl in ...
Submitted to Contest #120
“Thank you, darling. The way you serve the tea brings back the memories...” Good. Kinda hoped for it. “I recall having tea after our first concert in the Palace club, just like that – white porcelain of the pot, and tiny cups around, and cubes of sugar, and milk – rich and cold, and most remarkable – that vapor, how it fills the room, thick and redolent...” Gosh, I love listening to her. It’s like walking into another world, rediscovering places as she guides you through. “And the boys: Tommy still nervous, twitching; Charlie s...
Submitted to Contest #113
..the waves of crescendoing waltzes filled the ballroom, the chandeliers were on fire, and the reflections in the shining mirrors amalgamated with the dancers in endless revolutions. The sugary, floral fragrances hovered over the hall, mildly exciting, tenderly intoxicating. “Fourteen, just a little too early for the balls?” “Oh, I come for the desserts,” I say, smiling And another dessert cart rolls by, the first tray taken by marble cakes and berry-covered pies, the second housed marzipan tartlets, and crispy pastry, third lodged w...
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