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Shortlisted for Contest #359 ⭐️
Like every weekday for the past thirty-seven years, Anne was sat at her desk at nine o’clock. Unlike every weekday for the past thirty-seven years, she had made no attempt to tackle today’s work. Every weekday morning, before the hour struck nine, her coffee was poured, her computer was active, and that day’s to-do list was beaming with self-importance. Usually. However, if she were asked, she would be unable to recall how she had arrived at her desk this morning at all. One may suppose that after thirty-seven years driving from home to this...
Shortlisted for Contest #355 ⭐️
“I think I’ll just head back to Edinburgh for Hogmanay."The words had formed a week ago before the train even left Haymarket. Now they broke the silence.“Okay-yyy,” said his mother, sitting on his left at the kitchen table, in the same drawn-out way he knew she would.They were sitting over the jigsaw puzzle she had given him a few days before. Opening it on Christmas Day, he smiled at this new tradition that was, apparently, beginning to emerge. Last year’s 1000-piece puzzle was completed in intermittent bursts from Boxing Day to Hogmanay. I...
Weekly Contest #354
Milo sat on the asteroid and gazed listlessly out into the void before him. What once existed merely above him was now all-encompassing. An eternity of blackness in every direction enveloped him like a shroud. Sitting with his knees drawn to his chin, he was vaguely aware of the light of distant stars reaching him, yet not quite touching him. Not like they used to. He recalled a similar sight from his youth; the night sky on his home planet (too unimportant to be given a proper name outside its basecode for the Home Coalition Directory). Whe...
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