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Submitted to Contest #296
The Celestial United Nations was in chaos.The chamber floated somewhere between realms, anchored not in space or time, but in the shared consciousness of belief. It resembled no earthly structure, and yet it borrowed pieces from many: cathedral arches, mosque domes, shrines carved in jade and gold. The walls pulsed with scripture, etched and rewritten in real time, language folding over language like a living mosaic.At the heart of it all stood a dais—shimmering, infinite, and inconveniently glitchy. The moderator, a balding, overworked ange...
Marion Ester didn’t go over the speed limit.She paid her taxes well before they were due, wrote handwritten note of thanks whenever she could, and once she found a twenty-dollar bill in the frozen food aisle, and turned it in at customer service.She was a rule-follower. A line-stander. A person who brought her own pen to the voting station.Even when she had to park four blocks from church because the good spots were taken by newcomers who didn't know Sister Denise needed that stall for her sciatica van, she didn’t jaywalk. She took the long ...
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