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Weekly Contest #349
The world is not like what it once was.For there was a time before the kindling of fire and the building of monuments. A time that existed before humanity had yet to draw breath. It only does so now because of a chance meeting between a stubborn traveler and a curious spirit. Had they not met, you would not be reading this story. In fact, you would cease to exist entirely.It all started with cosmic explorers in search of water. Those were the days of the Great Thirst. A desert plague that drove them from their home world, and the reason they...
Today is April 31.Today is the end of the world.We were taught that Hell lay beneath us, but the red giant above begs to differ. We’ve been slowly getting pulled closer for centuries, adapting our way of life around the inevitable. But the shadow of Death covers all—humanity is no different.Today, our dome's cryogenic stores will run out. Without our ability to keep the outer walls chilled, they will fail. Outside the dome, Earth is a barren rock. It is no longer the lush world our history books say it once was. The scalding ball of fire in ...
Weekly Contest #348
The demon in my nightmares is nothing but a blur. It’s almost as if my brain can’t imagine her face. She’s like a concept that hasn’t been fully realized, a pixilation of shades of grey.But she knows my name. She always knows my name.“Céleste!” she cries. “Pourquoi?!” she screams.I cover my ears and count the seconds in between. Soon I’ll wake up. Soon I’ll be free.“Céleste, pourquoi nous as-tu quittés?”I don’t know what to say. I never do.“Souviens-toi de moi! Souviens-toi de nous!”I don’t speak French.“Who are you?” I yelled into the void ...
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