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Scott Robertson

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Test of the Wild

Weekly Contest #363

Knak. Knak. Knak. Steadily, the bone spur chipped away at the edge of the stone. Knak. Knak. Knak. He was good with his hands. Always had been. Learning from his father to shape and edge. Giving purpose to stone for the hunters, for the clan. His eyes shifted, looking out over the narrow valley below. The wideness of the world was breathtaking. Trees on the opposite side, jagged rocks to the left as the valley narrowed into a gorge, distant grasses peeking from patches of snow. Clouds moving lazily across the blue sky, obscuring the mountain...

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Butterless, Eggless, Milkless Cake

Weekly Contest #362

“Henrietta, I expect more from you,” Sophia said sternly. “Matilda, would it kill you to help her out?” The two hens eyed her and the can of corn in her hand, clucking amongst themselves. She scattered some kernels watching the chickens excitedly chase after them. She had hoped to acquire more hens, but so far, she’d only managed these two. Henrietta had started to molt which always curtailed her egg laying. Matilda was so old she was more, or less ready for the stew pot, but Sofia couldn’t bring herself to do such a thing to her very first ...

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The Coming Dawn

Dawn was coming and there was much to do. Hank shed his long coat, the usual chill finally fading with the warmth of the brightening sky. He passed others who were busy at their tasks. Breaking down homes, loading the last of the supply tanks, preparing for the trek ahead. These were the last things to be done before everyone got on the move. The Move. It was more than a way of life. It was the only way to live on this odd little world their pioneering forbearers had found. A planet spinning on its axis so slowly, each day was centuries long...

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