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Submitted to Contest #134
The hive lazily groaned awake. And at the same time, It lay down to rest. In truth, It never truly slept; some beings were active during the day while others favoured the night. Fewer were crepuscular, bridging the gap between life in the light and in the dark. Sunrise and sunset were troubling times, with microbes either powering down or coming to. But it was a predictable sort or confusion. Most things were. And it was always day and night, sunrise and sunset, somewhere on the Surface. Nothing like local disturbances, setting regions awake...
Submitted to Contest #127
It was late when Julie awoke. The sun was streaming through her window, bright and lazy. She threw off the covers, reaching for her phone in a panic. Her head was ringing. Noon. Why was it so late? She never slept that late. She was due to the recording studio in a couple of hours. She hated it when going to the studio and back took up her entire day; she imagined that was how having your blood drained from you entirely would feel. She hated the way the layers upon layers of clownish make-up and the violent lights felt upon her skin. It was ...
Submitted to Contest #73
It had its charms, living in the countryside. The quiet, the trees. The long days of liquid, languid sunlight. The merry splash of the stream, two miles north of the cottage. But it all became terribly dull after a while. Purposeless. Boring. He remembered it, how after a few days of marvelling at the beauty of nature and running through the family estate’s fields and thickets of trees, he would eventually find himself restless and irremediably bored. Especially as a younger teen, he would almost immediately long for the company of boys his ...
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