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Weekly Contest #360
The migraine has begun. Someone is wearing perfume that smells like sticky sweet fruitcake. People are rushing in and out, nattering into their phones. The news has been droning in the background for hours.I just want to close my eyes, shut it all out. No, I want to run from this room, from this house and these people. I never asked for…“Mrs. Hamlin?” Savannah is staring at me from the caddy corner couch, finger poised over her phone. “Your statement?”My statement. I know it by heart. Grateful, humble, banal. I am a windup doll, ready for my...
Weekly Contest #356
The humidity is on us like slime as we bike down the dirt road. It’s 10 am and the sun is an inferno. School officially started this morning, but we only had a two-hour assembly before dismissal. After today will be homework and clubs. After today, the temperature will drop. But today’s the perfect day for a swim, because it’s the last day.Kids are already gathered at the creek. Everywhere, bodies are stripped down to the skivvies as they make their escape from the heat. The musty, moss green smell of the water fills the air. Dante rips his ...
Shortlisted for Contest #354 ⭐️
The end of the world hadn’t come with zombies. It didn’t come with falling asteroids or an exploding sun. It came with silence. Out on the tundra, where winter was slowly draining into spring, she no longer remembered her given name. Her grandmother just called her Lamb. It was Grandma who taught her to hunt, to shoot, to skin. Grandma taught her that in this bitter wilderness, everything was survival, and survival was everything.Sunrise broke at just before six hundred hours. Lamb’s grandmother had taught her military time and she knew no o...
Weekly Contest #341
Year 2100 Luke stared out the shuttle window into the twinkling expanse. The stars didn’t interest him. He had spent the last decade under the stars. Buried under a layer of methane fog, insulated in a spacesuit that pumped oxygen, he hadn’t been able to see them while mining. But back on the satellite, when the work was finished, he could see the stars, glittering nightlights outside his sleep-pod window.The intercom softly crackled. “Attention passengers, we are reaching our final destination. The time is approximately three o’clock pm…”B...
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