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Rae Beuke

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Anybody Out There?

Weekly Contest #370

October 3rd, Year of the Cancer 432 (October 3rd, 2037) The Aurora (This recording has been transcribed; some background noises will be left out due to the complexity of onomatopoeia) Captain’s Log, Kaidon Aure. It’s day 32 of being lost in space. We are now running on emergency power. Morale is low. We have maybe two days of food left for the entire crew. Navigation systems are down, the hyper-engine is inoperable, and the EI bots are glitching. I don’t know how much longer we’ll last out here. To be honest, I don’t really want to live out ...

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The Survivor's Cloak

Weekly Contest #369

I sat with my knees curled to my chest, watching Eos spread her rosy fingers across the horizon. My cloak whipped against my shoulders, its comforting scent battling the dominating salt of the sea. It was a a bitterly cold morning, but the goddess kindly offered her warmth. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks below filled my ears, leaving no room for anxious thoughts or horrible visions. I’d only seen the glorious blue of the ocean a few times despite living on an island surrounded by Poseidon’s perilous domain. My father and I rar...

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Merciless Fate

Weekly Contest #367

Fire. All around me, everywhere I looked. There it was—ruthless, merciless fire engulfing the souls of the living and the dead in its radiant arms. The people screamed. They cried to the gods for mercy. But there was no one to answer. The people were alone. I woke up in a cold sweat. Beware the dreams, my father always told me, for in every one there is a morsel of truth. The gods had blessed us, he said. We should be thankful, he said. So we were. We sacrificed to our fallen fates, our gods of prophecy. And in return. We were given sufferin...

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A Rather Curious Tea Party

Weekly Contest #366

“Are you an angel?” I didn’t know how else to refer to the creature standing in front of me. I only knew that this towering being couldn’t possibly be human. Humans didn’t have wings, did they? I certainly didn’t. I had thought that today was going to be like any other day. Apparently I was very, very wrong. It had started as usual, or I think it had; I’m pretty sure I had the same pumpkin waffles for breakfast I always had. “I’m not an angel,” The creature answered, “But what are you?” “Um,” How to reply? “A girl?” Duh. What else would I be...

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The Discarded Puppet

Weekly Contest #362

I collapsed to my knees, breathing hard. I'd been running for hours, and the lights of my city were far behind me. Heavens and dreams, everything hurt. Every breath seared as my lungs ached in protest. I must've broken a rib when I jumped from the castle window, or at least bruised one. "What kind of hell-dwelling poison did he lace his sword with?" I muttered, clutching the side where my dear cousin stabbed me. It hurt like the sting of Morgath's axe. The look on Elric's face had been brtual as I fought him. It was a mix between sadistic jo...

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How To Stop a Rocket Launch In Ten Minutes

Weekly Contest #360

"T-minus ten minutes till launch." A nasal voice informed me. "Not helping, Jerry," I hissed back. "It's not my job to help, it's my job to keep you informed and on task," Jerry backfired. "Shut up and let me work, I'm going as fast as I can." I grumbled. I realize I should probably explain, given whoever reading this may have a couple of questions. Honestly, if I was looking at what you're looking at, I'd have a few questions too. Starting with: what the heck is this Jerry dude talking about? And. Who is this charming narrator? My name is ...

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Destination Unknown

Weekly Contest #359

"Hello?" My voice echoes through the labyrinth of tunnels. The reverberations sound nervous in my ears. "Anyone there?" I ask as I turn on my flashlight. There's no answer. Of course, there isn't; it's an abandoned train station. Why would there be? I take a few tentative steps down the stairwell, wondering if there's a light switch somewhere in here. Washington Station has been abandoned for centuries. It had been named after an American President the people had loved, or something like that. I suppose the place had once been beautiful. Ev...

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Where Forgotten Things Go

Weekly Contest #353

“Can we go home now? We’ve been out here for hours.” Nancy whined, stabbing her shovel into the dirt. Despite her lack of tact, she was right; we’d been digging for at least four hours. As far as I was concerned, the longer I stayed out here digging, the less time I had to spend at home. Not much of a win-win situation, but I’d take what I could get. “We can’t leave yet.” Ms. Liu replied, “We still have four more trees to plant. Evangaline, would you mind grabbing the other shovel?” “Yes, Ma’am.” I hurried over to grab the shovel. Before I c...

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The Girl Who Saw Green

Weekly Contest #352

“Just one, please,” I said, fishing around in my pocket for change. Crap, forgot my wallet again. The cashier nodded and gave me a wrinkled smile as she hurried to start my coffee. Work was going to be endless today, more long hours of erasing the idea of color from history, and on top of that, a meeting discussing Dr. Lee’s new invention. “Order for Samuel Smith.” The barista called. She looked ready to quit her job if one more person had the last name of Smith. I grabbed my mug of steaming gray coffee. It swirled drearily in my hands, maki...

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Adjourned. Indefinitely.

Weekly Contest #351

The seven of them sat around the table, locked in intense conversation. I sat amazed as I watched. Meetings like this one only happened once in a thousand years. The Seven Aspects of the universe, the fibers of humanity, gathered in one room: Good, Evil, Life, Death, Love, Hate, and my friend Dave, from accounting. “Well, what are we to do?” Good asked. “It will not take humanity much longer to twist the rest of us.” She leaned back and crossed her arms indignantly. The morals of what Good was were constantly changing, and she was not please...

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The Backyard Soldier (A Memoir of Suburban Warfare)

Weekly Contest #350

I woke up to the sound of screaming. Not fearful. Not pained. Loud, chaotic, bratty screaming. I rolled over in bed and slammed my hand on the snooze button of my almost-more-ancient-than-myself alarm clock. Seriously?! I thought I fought in Vietnam, and these ungrateful little mongrels can’t give me a moment of sleep? I groaned at the ache in my back. “Helen!” I yelled. My daughter came rushing in with a cup of steaming coffee and a stack of pancakes. I gave her a sloppy grin. Helen thought that when she wasn’t visiting, I barely had the st...

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Gary And I: The Survivors of Field Springs

Weekly Contest #349

The Apocalypse. Everyone’s heard of it, and though the details are vague and the chance of survival even more so, you can bet that everyone believes it’ll happen at some point. But when is some point? No one ever believes that such a world-changing disaster would ever strike in their lifetime. I didn’t believe it either. Until I did. No one saw it coming. No one had the chance. One day, I was sitting on my skateboard, eating a popsicle, trying to fight off the August heat. Then the sky started falling. Literally. Thousands of meteors are cra...

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Plaid, Panic, and Poor Decisions

Weekly Contest #346

Earth, a great man once said, is the insane asylum of the universe. Standing in a room full of boys dancing on top of desks, I can confirm this. The only thing I can truly say about that situation? I was one of those monkeys. Do I regret it? No. Do I wish I hadn’t gotten Saturday detentions for the rest of the year? Yes. Do I still think it was for a good cause? Also yes. The Snowcap Middle Strike. I am proud to say it will go down in middle school revolution history. The only thing people will be wondering years from now, when all the revol...

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Elevators and Coffee

Weekly Contest #344

“Crap.” I hissed as my body went tumbling down the staircase. Bang. Crash. Bonk. Ow, ow, and ow. I lay sprawled at the bottom of the stairwell. Could this day get any better? I swear this stupid apartment building is trying to kill me. “Are you alright, Stacy?” Mr. Penfell asked. I gave him a noncommittal grunt as he pulled me to my feet. “I could be better,” I sighed. “Falling down the stairs was definitely not how I imagined my morning starting.” Mr. Penfell nodded. “Well, I should feed my cat,” he continued. “I hope the rest of your day g...

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Everything That Went Unsaid

Weekly Contest #343

There are approximately 1,010,300 words in the English language. Yet there will never be enough words to express how sorry I am for everything. I wish I could knock on that old red door one last time. I wish Dad didn’t have to leave. I wish Mom didn’t have to work. I wish you could’ve been happy. Then again, there are days that I’m glad we made it on our own. I’m proud we took care of ourselves. I liked that it was us against the world. It’s selfish, I know, but I knew you better than anyone else. We were partners in crime. We were the heroe...

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