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Submitted to Contest #320
World ended yesterday. Shudder passed through the soil, sinking into my own bones, and deep, guttural tremors shook the earth. The sky, a high, dappled ceiling of green and brown, vanished behind a descending shadow of impossible scale. Then came the pressure… force so absolute it did not just break our world, it unmade it. Trembling ceased. Shadow passed, leaving a great canyon in its wake, ravine carved through the heart of our territory. Only a deep, smooth-walled chasm remained where the Low-Branch settlement once thrived, only packed, b...
Submitted to Contest #319
The memory lives on the third floor of the county courthouse. The air in that hallway hangs heavy, a mix of chemical disinfectant and the weary friction of cheap shoes on linoleum. My client, Leo Ramirez —a kid whose only crime was being in the wrong car—was fed to the system, sentenced to five years on a stacked charge I couldn't unravel. I watched the prosecutor, Henderson, retreat, his ill-fitting suit creased on a frame slumped in the particular exhaustion of a man who ruins lives as a matter of clerical routine. "Henderson," I called ou...
Submitted to Contest #317
The word slides into my cell like a rat under the door. Possibility. I keep my eyes on the ceiling, on its geography—the hairline crack running from the light fixture to the water stain over the toilet, like a little river delta of rust and time. For eleven years, I have followed its slow progress, a millimeter at a time. The Lawyer speaks. His words are for some other man who measures life in appeals or stays of execution. "...they made a mistake in the trial, Arthur. The judge... he gave the jury bad instructions. It's a real opening." A f...
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