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Submitted to Contest #293
The first thing I noticed when I boarded the bus was that the driver’s belly was the size of a watermelon. I quickly averted my gaze and handed her the ticket. It wasn’t nice to stare. I plopped down in an empty seat. It was quiet on the bus. I looked over my shoulder. A woman wearing scrubs hunched over a textbook sat in the middle. A boy with his hood up sat by himself in the back, looking out the window at the decrepit skyscrapers. Pitter patters of rain tapped on the bus. Distant thunder boomed. “Gas masks on!” barked the driver into her...
Submitted to Contest #290
I’m looking into the bus-sized crater that used to be a home for old folks like me. Mindless Ones are lumbering around at the bottom, some crawling and dragging their entrails. It was only months ago that I fled to survive. I sat in my rocking chair. Those days, my favorite thing to do was watch the bombs hurtling across the sky like shooting stars. That night was no different, except there were thousands of shooting stars. My sweetheart Hank, in spite of the fragility of a man pushing ninety, tried to pull me away, yelling, “We’re gonna die...
Submitted to Contest #289
TW: Racism, Transphobia, Ableism, Child Abuse, Blood and Gore Screams reverberate throughout the convenience store, repurposed as a trading market, as my mind replays the gunshot over and over. I clench a matte black handgun aligned with careful precision at the blown-apart skull of a boy with tawny skin who looks my age - fourteen - give or take a year. Crimson blood and pinkish-gray chunks of brain matter ooze out of a quarter-sized borehole exposing checkered tiles through the other end. The beige walls of the bathroom are coated uneven...
Submitted to Contest #266
I distinctly remember mining for gold on Mars at the young age of 8 when an uproar blasted throughout the cave walls. Or maybe I was cleaning the toilets at Grand Central Space Station… No, I was definitely mining for silver. Gold, I mean. The year was 2256. Somebody shouted, “It’s happening! It’s happening!” The next thing I knew, a stampede of men, women, and children - most of the children were older than me - flew out of the tunnels in droves. I was downright perplexed at this strange sight because mass exodus on this scale only took pla...
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