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Weekly Contest #363
James Spencer1512 East SycamoreVincennes, Indiana 47591812-803-2858jrs19442025.comAbout 2,450 words Blue STARBy Jim SpencerThe horizon is very close when you are sitting in the bottom of a little yellow, two-person life-raft. I should be in San Diego this morning, not floating around in the blue ocean beneath a blue sky. The western horizon is a saw-toothed wall with occasional specks of white from a breaking wave. East, toward land, toward San Diego, and safety, the sun is lighting forests, and deserts, and rivers, and home. Far to the west...
Weekly Contest #345
James Spencer1512 East Sycamore StreetVincennes, IN 47591812-830-2858Jrs19442025@outlook.comAbout 1,296 wordsLifeseed Inc.By Jim SpencerProlog: I have run into a serious problem in writing Lifeseed. How to measure things. How do I express time and distance. The speed of light is 186,000 miles per second based upon our determination of what a mile is and the length of time that is a second. A lightyear is the distance light travels in a year, based upon an Earth year and Imperial miles. So, to avoid inventing a whole system of totally unintel...
Weekly Contest #331
Snow FallBy Jim SpencerJasmine never saw the new snow. Death has a way of doing that, especially of things you want to see. If I wriggled forward a foot or so I could see her or what was left of her. I only wriggled forward once. The fall had broken her across a sharp ridged boulder. I wish she was not face up. Maybe when I die, which I will, from cold or on those rocks, my balance on this shelf will be up to the wind and snow. For now, a bit of an overhang keeps most of the snow off and I am balancing with my right foot in a shallow crevice...
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