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Weekly Contest #346
Sparrow sighed. “Morning, please stop.”“Huh?”“Stop. Please.” Sparrow dropped her head onto the counter. “You’re so annoying. Where’s our sister?”Morning smiled. “What? No idea. You don’t like my dancing?”“Hate it. How are we related?”“Um… we have the same mom and dad. Hello.”“Lucky me.”“Nova loves it,” Morning said as she spun past the counter in a graceful pirouette.Sparrow straightened and looked around the room. “Sorry, everyone. My sister is an idiot.”Nova came up behind Morning, grabbed her, spun her around, and dipped her low as Mornin...
Standing at five-four, Rebecca looked tiny next to the other woman's tall, regal presence.“Thanks for the invite. I’ve never been on a train before,” Rebecca said, doing her best to keep up with the woman along the platform.“I did not realize you needed that cane to walk.”“Huh? Oh, oh, yeah. I was in a car accident when I was fifteen.” She lifted the cane slightly. “Hope it’s not an issue?”“No, no. Not an issue at all. I must say, I admire your courage to travel in your condition.”“Thanks. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting it to be this fuc…u...
Weekly Contest #344
PERSONAL LOG–LT. MAXWELL BIRMINGHAM2 March, 2046 0730 HoursHello, everyone.Don’t really know where to start. Guess I’ll start with today’s date.2 March, 2046. 0730.This is Lieutenant Maxwell Birmingham. But everyone just calls me Max.To be honest, I haven’t journaled since high school. My commander suggested it. Said it might help “process the transition.”I’ve been selected for Project Hercules.Still feels insane saying that out loud.Five thousand applicants. I’m only one of three chosen.I’m one of them.We ship out tomorrow at 0600. Already ...
A shiver ran through Lee as a stiff, icy breeze swept over him. He bolted upright. The tent was dark, lit only by the faint glow of a small kerosene lamp. The usual sounds of the night were gone.“Guards!” he shouted. “Guards!”No response.From the corner of the tent came a low, dull whoosh.Whoosh.Numbness crept over him. He knew that sound.Metal sliding over wood; he wasn’t alone.“Guards!” he shouted again.“They will not come. Nor will any of your other men.”He lurched from his cot and tried to reach the flap of the tent, but hit the ground h...
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