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Weekly Contest #261
Floating helplessly in space, waiting for death to come along and claim me, was a tough thing to process. After training for deep space missions, I blasted off from Earth convinced I could handle anything. Truth be told, that was just a necessary lie I convinced myself of so I could climb atop a tower of fuel and light it up. I stopped keeping the ship’s logs when I realized no human would ever see them. By then, the lie of being able to handle anything had crumbled away. If aliens came across me, and managed to make sense of my logs, I woul...
Weekly Contest #161
David Tuck Sixlegs looked over the gathered mass of his fellow silverfish with carefully hidden trepidation. His stomachs bumped against one another with their nervous fluttering. There had never been so many together in the open before, so exposed. His gaze kept flashing to the nearest places of safety – the cracks and gaps, along corners, beneath objects. Everyone else seemed to have left their furtive fear behind, protected by prophecy, by David’s presence. He was not so certain. Still, his people’s jubilance was infectious, and he allowe...
Weekly Contest #47
You leave the office with the after-work glow that always accompanies the end of the work day. There’s something of the magic of childhood in that feeling. That barely perceptible feeling of freedom and possibility. That’s what the sensation is, the feeling that anything is possible. It has vague echoes of believing in Santa, or the Easter Bunny. But it’s only a miniscule fraction of those old feelings of magic and infinite possibility. You ache with nostalgia as you reminisce about the charm of that time in your life all the way to the trai...
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