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Weekly Contest #347
"This is incredible." Vally tilted his emerald head sideways curiously, like a green golden retriever puzzled by its owner. It took most of Isabel's professional disciple not to blurt out laughing at the image."What...is...incredible?" Vally asked."You. This." She said, her hands cradling the microscope as if the steel screws and frame were made from melting ice, and the Ganna blood within the slides were one breath away from evaporating in the air. Iridescent blood strands latched tightly to the crimson, human blood cells like webbing. "Hoo...
Weekly Contest #345
The sky burned with silent fury as the shuttle arched its ascent into the dark spaces above the sea of dunes. With any luck, it will reach a planet like Quidos, unload more passengers, refuel, and continue traveling to safer planets unopposed.Mara watched the vessel streak ever heavenward, the white-hot thrusters becoming as infinitesimal as the stars they raced towards, until nothing was left to suggest that the shuttle had ever landed on Tetrax Minor at all.Nothing except Mara herself.Mara hoisted her rifle over her shoulder as she got on ...
Weekly Contest #290
Spieler didn't have to wait long for the officers to bring Connelly to him. He knew it was Connelly by the jingling of his chains with every heavy step his foot took, subtly growing louder and louder as he approached the door up to the second the doorhandle twisted and the man was compelled to his chair. Spieler studied the man: clean shaven face, a convict jumpsuit flowing pathetically over his chest, and his eyes...Judgement was already pronounced, even if Connelly had not yet met with a judge. His clothes--and the overwhelming amount...
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