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Submitted to Contest #284
When I come to the first thing I think of is, “Where's my car?” Rather—where's my Dad's car? I can get away with 'borrowing' it for two days—tops. And if it ever got so much of a scratch on it—that's 40K. That happens, I'd better take a looooong vacation. I was speeding, I admit it. I had to be really careful about that. Get pulled over, cop goes, “Where's the fire, son?” “Our family celebrates Ground Hog's Day, Officer. It's really important I'm home in time.” Yeah. That sounds real believable. But it's also the absolute truth! We're a pre...
“Joyce Ryan?” “Yes?” “I was a friend of Jimmy Albright. He would have wanted you to have this.” “I don't understand.” “It was a manuscript he was working on. He spoke of you often.” “I really didn't know him very well at all—and then this happens. You really think he wanted me to have this?” “He dedicated it to you.” She hefted the thick leather envelope. “It must be over a thousand pages. “Well thank you, Mister—?” There was no answer, and when Joyce Ryan looked up, she was alone in the hospital corridor. [Final pages of Jimmy Albright's m...
Submitted to Contest #283
Two old enemies met in a cave on the planet Mars.The storm had raged for weeks, covering everything with a layer of fine, rust colored dust.Winds howled murderously, though the atmospheric pressure is less than one percent that of the Earth. The dust clouds covered the entire Martian surface. It was impossible to find one's way—yet the lone, red garbed figure made his way unerringly to the hidden cave.Above him, scarlet whirlwinds towered hundreds of feet. They stooped like curious giants. Ghastly voices shrieked and howled in the wind that ...
Submitted to Contest #282
What does the desire to live forever say about a man? It's a very common wish. No one really wants to die—and yet no one's ever escaped their fate. There is a point in life wherein our own biology sits us down and sternly tells us—“Thus far shall ye go, and no further.” Yet, people still dream of the impossible. My own physical difficulties had become great—almost too great too endure. The sixteenth verse of the Havamal had been staring me straight in the face for a very long time. The coward thinks he will live forever If only from fighti...
Submitted to Contest #279
When the bomb hit Hamburg in 2071, there were virtually no survivors. They had to build the city up from scratch—all the while eliminating any of my kind that managed to squeak through. Still wonder why we hate the regular humans? Some say that mutants don't really exist, that we're just an urban legend. I know. I was there. I was ten years old.I chuckle when I see the wanted poster the Xolotls have put up. That's the official name of the cyborg police force. These days everything gets patterned after something of the Nahuatl Aztec culture. ...
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