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Submitted to Contest #232
Sumer (modern day Iraq), 2004 BC. Little is known of the once mighty Sumerian people. This dominant, primordial civilisation resides in the captivated imagination of millions today, embroiled in legend, myth and even fantasy. Meanwhile their languishing presence echoes distantly into the confines of our modern world, dripping with wisdom which has long since vanished into the sands of time. Along with their knowledge, the truth of their miserable fate has escaped the hungering grips of the modern world too. A fate condemned upon them by th...
Submitted to Contest #230
The Vendetta. To most who observe this rickety cargo ship at ports and landing pads, it’s nothing more than a random patchwork assortment of ship parts. The Vendetta isn’t one ship, it’s a scrapbook of other ships, which have gradually conjoined and merged into this jumbled, ragtag star striding entity. But to Elise Duthie, it was home, a stronghold and in the more dire of circumstances an intergalactic getaway car. Life as a smuggler wasn’t easy, especially since wormholing had been outlawed for its ‘high risk of fracturing the spacetime ...
Submitted to Contest #226
I hate them. I hate them all. The anguish and frustration they force me to feel every single day tests my sanity. They don’t understand me, they don’t take me seriously and they don’t realise what I am capable of. But they will soon enough, my anger, my fury, my rage will not be contained for much longer. The world shall fear me! I look in disgust at the teenage boy sitting across from me. My thousand yard eyes stare past his frail existence, he remains completely oblivious to the suffering I will inflict. They have all pushed me too far f...
Submitted to Contest #224
Too exhausted to sleep; a truly ridiculous concept when you think about it, though it was the reality that mockingly confronted me. I stared at the clock which offered grim reading: 2:06 local time, that makes it 6:06 back home. No wonder I couldn’t sleep, my body clock was used to getting out of bed at this time, not submerging into one. Amsterdam to Suriname, that’s nine and a half hours of my life I’ll never get back. Flying has never been my strong suit and jet lag will forever be the utmost bane of my existence. Although I love them, sh...
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