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Submitted to Contest #92
Trevor panted in front of the bathroom mirror, clutching his face. A wet trickle of blood moved through his fingertips and down his hand. He cursed and hastily reached for some toilet paper. He slapped it on, wincing but refusing to show it outwardly. He checked his phone for the thirtieth time that morning, staring at the last messages:Can’t wait! I’ll see you tomorrow at 4.And Trevor’s reply: Yep. It’s a date then. But it was a date...right? They had met on Tinder. That is a dating app. For dating. Not for hanging out. But he sho...
The first thing I see is this aggressive brightness. It’s as if I am staring at a row of suns. I try to squint. The suns seem to sway and pulsate, even oscillate above me. My eyes struggle to adjust, strange figures, creatures, organic shapes circling on the ceiling. I shift my focus forward. Masked faces hover around my torso, bright red and a shiny silver in the center of them. Suddenly, they surround me, speaking in water. No, not water. Mud. Speaking in mud. The garbled words on their mouths I cannot not see only make the lights feel bri...
Submitted to Contest #91
“Hey...Hey!”I woke up abruptly, drool on my sleeve, my glasses halfway down my face. Completely forgetting that I had been in the library, I panicked. I jumped up, looking around wildly.“Oh sorry,” a high-pitched voice said behind me. I jerked my head around to face her. A small Asian woman in a white button-up top waved at me sheepishly. I adjusted my glasses just in time to make out ‘library assistant’ on her shirt. “I’m just about to lock up. I didn’t want you to get trapped in here.” She jingled the keys she held. I rubbed my eyes,...
Submitted to Contest #90
“Suit up!” Auntie Rosa threw my Surface suit at me as I walked into the decontamination area of the bunker. She was never the type of person to say she ‘needed to speak with me’ so I knew whatever it was, it was important. However, asking to speak with me while out on a Surface collection pilgrimage was something insane. Despite my concerns, I put my Surface suit over my bunker clothes and zipped myself up. She had already grabbed the masks. “Mia, don’t forget to change your clothes as soon as you get back.” I rolled my eyes. I checke...
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