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Submitted to Contest #333
"Don't eat me!""Oh, I'll eat you. I'll hunt you down with my fork and eat you, you elusive little bastard!""DON'T EAT ME!"Arberson’s plate was empty; the broccoli had fled north, past his glass of milk. His carrots had rolled off the plate and were right now hiding in the space between the edge of the plate and the table. His South American pork chop, shrieking like the pig from which it originated, had just jumped off the table, heading for the door. The dog hatch, to be specific, where Arberson's food had, as always, been delivered. Pork c...
Submitted to Contest #323
“I will be voracious, mindless, and decaying. Beyond that veil, I might never venture. This is it: either I need to end my life in a way that leaves no trace of myself, or I embrace a shift in personality that may take me to places I’ve never been, never dared. Immortality, provided against my will. Corruption.” Horace Angest sat on his hotel bed. Legs up, head down. A kind of seated foetal position. It was most likely his last day as him. He could feel it now, mind wandering. Memories clouded. Life, draining. He’d been bitten. He looked at ...
Submitted to Contest #317
“So, that’s you?” “That is correct, James.” “You’re a baby, Sarah.” “I know, James.” “Help me out here. How could you co-exist with your younger self?” “I told you, I have no idea. I don't understand that stuff at all.” “Eight billion people on this planet, and you go to meet yourself as a baby?” “The person I wanted to see the most,” Sarah said, her eyes twinkling. At The Corral Café in south-central Copenhagen, James Grimm and Sarah Nielsen discussed his problem. “When we met,” he said, avoiding the perplexing time-travel paradox for the m...
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