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Breahna Lesemann

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Where Once Was Water

Breahna Lesemann

Submitted to Contest #83

The ground was cracked mud. It baked in the sun drawing out the last bit of water until any softness was gone. The man stood staring at the mud with intent focus trying to understand why it did not look the way it should. He had no memory of it looking any other way, but there was a wrongness to it that he could not understand. He had been staring at the cracked mud for hours or days or weeks. He did not know nor did he care. The only thought in his head was to understand why he knew that something was wrong. “They changed the river’s cours...

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Here's to Saving the Galaxy

Breahna Lesemann

Submitted to Contest #80

I had always thought a space walk would be an adventure, but now faced with that very task it only seemed terrifying. The computer had handled all of the leg work. It’s mechanical arms extended from the wall helping me click the helmet securely into place. I stared at the clunky metal airlock both unnerved and thankful that it could be my saving grace. “Computer, are you sure this suit will hold up?” I had been urging the computer to move faster as it helped me put everything on, but now I was wondering just how old the suit actually was. T...

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Space to Call Home

Breahna Lesemann

Submitted to Contest #79

I had found Edith on the tail end of the war. This was when the fires had turned to ash and the people whose lives were taken had long been buried. The kings had settled their conflict. War, however, does not have a sudden end. Peace or victory does not erase the destruction that was wrought by battle. Edith and I were proof of the lingering effects, an orphan and a soldier not sure where to call home. Edith had the haunted eyes of soldiers who had seen battle when I found her in the wreckage of her village. She must have seen something muc...

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A Stitch of Magic

Breahna Lesemann

Submitted to Contest #78

Ophelia took great care in choosing the types of threads that she used and the ingredients for her fabric dyes. She kept all of her threads and fabrics at the front of the shop for all the customers to see. Wooden drawers of sewing tools lined the wall behind the counter. The different threads were lined up in spools on a wall display. Bolts of fabric on rolls went up to the ceiling while the shelves beneath them displayed handkerchiefs, scarfs, and small purses with spells infused in fabric and thread. Ophelia’s Grandmother would always sco...

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Hollow

Breahna Lesemann

Submitted to Contest #77

The wind was picking up in the growing night. The creature could feel the storm that it brought. The snow was steady and light, but soon it would make it impossible to see. The creature was looking for something, pulled from it’s home at the feeling of it. There was a need. A hollowness to be filled and it needed to be found before the storm made the forest impassable. The snow crunched beneath the creatures feet, the only noise but the wind in trees. Everything was shades of purple and blue with only shape and no detail, but it was e...

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Tread in My Shape

Breahna Lesemann

Submitted to Contest #75

It’s strange when everybody in the world knows more about your past than you do. It’s a bit disorienting to wake up cuffed to a hospital bed and be interrogated for crimes that I didn’t remember committing. People never forget those crimes. I’m haunted by newspaper articles and distrustful cops. Most of all the cops. They thought I was faking it when I first woke up in the hospital. Then when they realized I wasn’t there was a nationwide debate over whether or not I should stand trial for my apparent crimes. It was a whole big thing, ...

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