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Submitted to Contest #236
Over the ashen fields, underneath an eternal gray sky, and through the rubble of the past, two young travelers trek in silence. The older keeps their head on a swivel, scanning through a complex helmet and gas mask. The mask collects airborne chemo-prints through a filtered cartridge when inhaling. When exhaling, a valve diverts the captured air through a lattice of tubes connecting to nerve-pins around the body. They carry a dilapidated pack with a recycled-carbon staff attached at its handle. The younger, half as tall, swings his ar...
Submitted to Contest #54
“This show you were on. What’s it about?” I ask while following my friend, Natalie, to my living room. I’ve never seen her so excited to show me something. When I let her into my apartment, she charged past me with her laptop under her arm. Seeing her so determined makes me feel drawn by curiosity as well. Natalie turned to me and skipped backward while she talked. “It’s called ‘Second Chances’ and it’s a game show where people are given money depending who’s willing to give them a second chance.” She didn’t take a breath at all during that ...
Submitted to Contest #52
It’s fifteen minutes past seven. He’s late, as usual. Nate lives ridiculously far from most things in town, so this happens often. I’m not bothered by him showing up late. We’re only meeting up at this fast food restaurant to catch up with each other. Nate’s one of my best friends, but recently, we’ve been so busy with our own lives that we haven’t gotten to hang out in a while. Twenty minutes after seven, I see Nate pull into the parking lot. It’s always easy to spot Nate’s car because it’s bright yellow, like a highlighter. Recently, his ...
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