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Submitted to Contest #338
As a collector of antiquities I felt like a kid in a candy store. This shop called ‘The Lost Age’ I had stumbled upon, had artifacts and relics that looked to be thousands of years old. They had to be fake was my first thought, since artifacts that old were only found in museums. There were Egyptian, Mayan, Persian, ancient Greece and China relics as well as many others. Pottery, jewelry, sculptures, ancient devices and manuscripts filled the shop’s shelves. As I wandered down an isle near the back of the shop my eye was drawn to a shelf of...
Submitted to Contest #337
Bounty hunting is a thankless job. You hunt down the vicious criminals and gangsters the federation authorities can’t find; or the ones they can’t reach, because they’re hiding in the border worlds beyond federation authority. The criminals you hunt want you dead, your fellow bounty hunters will betray or kill you to steal your bounty and your clients see you as low or lower than the gangsters your hunting. It’s very dangerous work, but the pay is very good; that is if you live long enough to spend it, and….. I’m very good at it. I’m on Delp...
Submitted to Contest #336
A incandescent light blazed like the core of a new-born star, then sudden blackness enveloped all like a black hole consuming everything. A second, a minute, a millennium passed. Time had no meaning here, wherever here was or wasn’t. There was nothing at all, a bleakness without end, as if the universe was never born. Then, without warning or prelude two figures stood facing each other where the blackness had just been. Two old men stood there staring at one another. “Who the hell are you” said the one man to the other. His cross eyes were ...
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