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Weekly Contest #213
Announcer: “Ladies and Gentlemen, fans of the imagination, where nature and manufactured intersect, I present to you a story of life in the Twilight Artificial Reality Zone.”"Before us, on a precipice, a woman named Ally flicks her eyes downward to look at the narrow ledge under her feet. Hundreds of feet below she sees the river flowing in a canyon." "But is it natural or a manufactured reality gone wrong?"One moment Ally was standing in her living room at home, turning dials on her time and artificial reality transformation devic...
Weekly Contest #212
Luisa dragged the rake across the beach, creating the curves of a darker path on the sand for the labyrinth. She followed the directions with the sketch that was with the letter. It arrived without a return address. The paper was some kind of parchment texture Luiza had not seen before. The letters seemed to be shaped as if they were from the old fashioned type of pen with a metal nib that you dip into ink. The top of the page said, “The words said, “The Spell of the Ocean’s Essence. Follow the directions for the...
Aug. 22, 2023 My dearest Milagro, I sit bathed by the glow coming through the etched blue glass of your lamp. Finding your carved desk with your own bronze name plate on it too, at the antique auction, was so exciting. My collection of antique books, your original volumes of poetry and novels, are stacked on the desk that was yours. In the quiet of the evening, with soft light streaming through the delicate etchings on the blue glass of the light I can almost sense your presence. The shadows of the room seem to hold you...
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