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Weekly Contest #343
“Why isn’t she playing?” Someone hissed. It was Mrs. Zachary, the flaunty PTA shrew that Lydia had always hated. The manicured, diamond-encrusted hand covering her mouth did little to conceal the whisper that practically bounced through the domed ceiling of the hundred-year-old symphony hall. Three rows behind her, Lydia cleared her throat and forced a grin. With teeth. A bright splotch of heat bloomed across her neck and chest as she stared straight ahead towards the stage, where her fourteen-year-old daughter, Opal, sat at a Victorian-e...
Weekly Contest #319
They always hear me before they see me. It’s by design, the way I was created, if I was created. Not sure if I was born or just materialized from silt and forgotten wreckage at the bottom of the lake. No mother, father. My earliest memories are the knifelike scraping in my throat and the concurrent shriek that is my oldest performance and my most primal state of being. The icy water in and all around me. The dark. The sweet and pungent smell of dead things. The flat void of nothingness inside me. This time, I’m summoned quickly. It’s a man. ...
Weekly Contest #223
We owe our universe to stars. Our history is etched in stellar remnants, interstellar clouds, fusion processes that occur within the hearts of stars, and the diverse landscapes of the exoplanets that orbit them.James balanced the Introduction to Stellar Astrophysics textbook on his knees, reading intently from a folded-up slouching position on the university library’s worn couch. At his feet, a backpack lay unzipped next to a stack of similarly-themed textbooks: Exoplanetary Science, Galactic Astronomy, and Dark Matter and Dark Energy Studie...
Weekly Contest #221
If I had gotten to choose my last words to Wesley, I would have said something like: “I love you forever.” Or: “You’re my home.” Or: “It was always you.” You can infer how besotted I was from the painful predictability. Three years and two months of togetherness, and those burnt-honey eyes still made my skin tingle. So did the way he sucked in his cheeks when he tried not to smile. And the way he nodded enthusiastically when I rambled about the happenings of the latest book I was in the middle of.It was Wesley, after all, who had saved me at...
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