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Submitted to Contest #245
In the open expanse of the desert terrain that stretched ominously under the cloudy moonlit sky, Danny and Christina found themselves unsure of which way to go. Christina was trying desperately to stay calm but failing and Danny was hoping the sky would clear up a bit so he could use the stars to navigate their way out of Joshua Tree National Park. He learned astronavigation when he was a Boy Scout and while he wasn’t always thrilled with his parents for making him stick with everything he started there were times, like this, he was grateful...
Submitted to Contest #244
“GET INSIDE!” Jack could hear Ben, the chopper pilot, yelling over the incessant whuppa whuppa whuppa of the blades as he leaned out of the opening of the medevac so far he was more out than in, but he had to get the shot. It was his job. As they approached the ground and the dust flew everywhere, a bullet went right through Jack’s hat. The force of the bullet ripped it right off his head. Even so, it didn’t alter his approach to his work. When he was working, he used the camera lens as his eyes and today what he saw through that lens was ab...
Submitted to Contest #242
In an apartment uptown:“Please! Just come with me. I really want to see this exhibit.” “Not interested, Brynn. Go by yourself. You know, it’s okay to do things by yourself sometimes,” said Henry. He had just gotten home from an all-night study session with his study group and was lying on the couch desperate to get to bed. “You might even enjoy it more if you don’t have to explain everything to me,” said Henry. “I like explaining things to you. You’re my little brother, and you need me to enlighten you,” she said laughing. “You. Need. S...
Submitted to Contest #241
If asked, the guests at their wedding in Sage Chapel on the campus of Cornell University where they met would say that the bride glided down the aisle (not walked) and that she was transcendent in her diaphanous dream of the softest pale pink (not white) dress. It was as fine as gossamer. It should be. She ordered the fabric flown in special from Milan and it cost her father a fortune. But it had to be perfect. Everything had to be perfect. She was a perfectionist. The groom waited for her at the alter (as grooms do) in a white dinner jacket...
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