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Submitted to Contest #39
I lobbed my backpack over the heads of the other workers to claim the top bunk in the far corner, away from the door to the dubious washroom. Embarkation centres were not known for luxury: like airport hotels, they were functional, if not Spartan, in concept and delivery. My room-mates were a fine-looking bunch and more intelligent than the usual grunts. They seemed blasé about it all as if they had already completed many off-world jobs building habitats for colonists, though this was the first of its kind, apart from the lunar ba...
Submitted to Contest #38
I’m not certain when the Rift in the Space/Time Continuum opened in our house - it must have been some weeks before it first came to my notice - but I was there when it closed.There had been an unpleasant, sweet/sour, musky smell in Jack’s bedroom for a week or two, and after he had assured me that he had returned all his dirty dishes to the kitchen, I decided to turn the room out a bit early for its end of school holiday clean, hoping to reveal the source of the smell. The bedrooms of teenage boys are notoriously smelly, anyway: s...
The classroom door opens and Jane pokes her head in. “It’s Joy’s turn for piano lessons.”I grab my dog-eared, second-hand music book from the depths of the ancient desk and hurry across the flagstoned quadrangle to Sister Macrena’s music room. Running is forbidden at the Convent of the Sacred Heart, but a cross between a scuttle and an Olympic power walk can get you there just as fast, just not very elegantly. The peeling green paint on the warped panels of the door sheds another flake as I fling it open and gasp my apologie...
Submitted to Contest #36
Dear Diary, I really shouldn’t watch Tales from the Loop before bed-time. Last night was a no-show as far as sleep is concerned. I tossed, turned, rearranged my arms and legs, fluffed pillows, got up for a leak then had a drink of water, turned on the light to see the clock, and generally was starey-eyed awake until dawn. Only managed 1 hour of sleep. It was hard staying awake long enough to get the kids off to school with next to no sleep, then I crashed. Dear Diary,One week to an opening is not a happy format for a diary.&nb...
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