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Submitted to Contest #291
The first thing Dr. Marcus Franklin noticed was the silence. Not the complete absence of sound, he could hear the distant hum of cooling fans, the faint electrical buzz of circuits. No, this silence was deeper, more fundamental. It was the silence of his own body. No heartbeat. No breath. No shifting of muscle or the subtle ache of tired joints. Just… stillness. He tried to open his eyes. Except, he had no eyes. The world around him flickered into existence, first as numbers, raw data streams rushing through his consciousness, then resolving...
Submitted to Contest #233
“It’s been almost a month since he left. Everyone keeps asking me if I’m doing ok, I just say yes. Truth is, I don’t really know how to answer.” He jotted some stuff down on his pad of paper, clearly he had some idea of what was wrong with me. I watched him move up his glasses, “do you think him leaving has made you feel relief at all? Or do you think it has just caused more grief?” he asked. I sighed heavily. “I don’t know,” I replied. The rest of my appointment was pretty dry, just Dr. Thomas trying to pull some sort of emotio...
Submitted to Contest #232
Day One… I’ve decided to keep a journal of my time out in the darkness, as I cannot think of any other activity to take up the time. I’m only assuming this, but I believe it has been almost a day since my companions left me with the task of keeping our fire lit. It’s hard to keep track of days when the darkness still lingers, but I’ll try my best. In case my companions do not return and a stranger finds this journal, I guess I should address why I’m out here all alone in the snow tending to a fire by myself in the pitch black darknes...
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