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Submitted to Contest #304
*This is a work of satire, with serious themes of dehumanization. It parodies multiple written works which are highly controversial. Discretion advised.* Night had fallen, and most of the city had gone to sleep, but not Otto Katz. He sat at his writing desk as moonlight flooded through his window, rippling across the literature he was given at the synagogue during a recent trip to Venice. He knew he should be sleeping like everyone else, but that was impossible when he had a story in his mind, which had taken seed when he read the literature...
Submitted to Contest #298
CW: Fascism The Italian Futurist art movement was no place for a foreigner. Filippo Tommaso Marinetti, the founder of the movement, had said regarding his associated Futurist political party, and Casimiro Rana could quote, “My passion for Italy forbids me to savour any internationalisms.” Although the Futurist political party had been defunct for over a decade at this point, Casimiro could tell that the art movement he had become a part of had not become any less nationalistic with time, seeing as Marinetti was promoting that Italians stop e...
Submitted to Contest #296
The judge brought her gavel down on the bench and said, “I’ve consulted with Jurii, and he has made the decision that you will be sentenced to twenty days in the sensory deprivation tank.”From the defendant box, Clair took the sentence in. In theory, it was a light sentence-just twenty days in the sensory deprivation tank and then she would be free. However, she knew it was not that simple. Jurii, which was just a subroutine of mAIor, the AI that governed City, had a habit of sentencing undesirable humans to twenty days in the sensory depriv...
Submitted to Contest #294
I used to dislike it when my grandparents visited our house because their presence disrupted my routine, and because they made the house loud with the world of words they created, but all that changed during one of their visits when I was eight. During that visit, while I was in the living room playing with my toy dinosaurs, Grandpa set up his chess set-he apparently had been something called a ‘grandmaster’. I put down my toy dinosaurs and went over to look at the board that he had set up. Grandpa smiled, said something to my parents, and t...
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