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Submitted to Contest #305
I stared at the crowd and told the biggest lie of my life.“Quiet down, folks, everything is going to be just fine,” I assured the gathered mass in front of me. People of all ages, dressed from whatever days they were having before the alarms went off. Most were quiet already, staring right back up at me, and those that weren’t soon quieted down. The microphone felt wrong, like I was back at a rally seeking election, when those sorts of things mattered.“I’m sure you all heard it, and I’m not going to patronise all you intelligent people by pr...
Submitted to Contest #274
Please note: contains brief but explicit sexual assault and non-explicit but plot-central violence. Fate is resourceful. The fates are resourceful, they have to be, with so little to work with: one eye shared between three, with vision that sees just barely into the future, not further than the end of your nose; no ears, unable to hear pleas sent to them; just enough fine spiderwebby thread to keep time moving forwards, as long as they occasionally unpick and reuse what came before. This is why history repeats, dead end stories spun back int...
Submitted to Contest #264
I’m at a wedding when I see her, the most beautiful woman I could imagine. She’s dressed in her best, knee length baby blue silk. It matches her eyes, and the diamonds around her neck glint when she laughs. I sit and watch her, mesmerised and oblivious to the world around me, as she sips her drink and sways or claps along to the music. My heart races as she stands up to join the dancing, terrified to lose sight. I stand up too. I need to use my hand and the sturdy wooden table to help me. I must have had a few more drinks than I remember. I ...
Submitted to Contest #253
“Isn’t it remarkable?” Phil exclaimed, stepping up on yet another chunk of rock, with only the slightest groan as his ageing knees clicked. Neither of the men could tell if the rock was part of the ruins, fallen and slowly decaying into the earth, or part of the landscape, soil eroded by the harsh winds and dry weather of the place. Neither particularly cared, another set of footprints couldn’t hurt. It had survived the fall of empires, it wouldn’t be crumbled by a pair of flexible soled orthopaedic hiking boots. “Yes, remarkable,” Beck agre...
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