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Submitted to Contest #247
June 22nd, 2100. Time: 0300.They say Jupiter is a star that failed—a sun that could’ve ignited if it were eighty times larger. We’re not sure why it never completed its cycle of transforming into a sun. But could you imagine if it had? Two gravitational forces on both sides of the Earth could have torn us apart. Maybe. Science is more of a practice than a mastery.As we departed from Earth on April 2100, Jupiter was in a state of ambiguity. The perpetual storm once believed to be shrinking, had instead swelled to engulf half the planet. It gr...
Submitted to Contest #246
Dua Lipa plays dully in the background of the Tokyo office building one floor beneath ground level. A dim light casts a yellow glow from the ceiling, washing over the white walls, marbled tiles, and series of art canvas stands, tables, and a stack of scrap artwork. The famous singer’s voice fills Maita Tetsu’s ears while he taps his foot lightly to the beat and stares through his square-framed glasses at a blank scrap of paper. His mind is cursing at itself and scorning him for being so behind schedule. But dammit, art is hard. You cannot ru...
Submitted to Contest #237
"So, what? We're supposed to sit here and act like we like one another?" Timothy Crane shakes his head, sips from his Pepsi-filled Styrofoam cup, and meets the eyes of the woman sitting across from him. She is pretty, short, and blond, with muscles hiding beneath her beige sweater. Freckles dot the bridge of her nose, race beneath both eyes and dramatically fade the closer they get to the edge of her face. Customers enter and leave the little diner on a constant cycle around them. Two people brush Tim's right shoulder on their way out, and f...
Submitted to Contest #236
"You ever stop and think back to our childhood, Rob?" asks Colton Richards, sitting shotgun in the 2012 Toyota Tacoma cruising down the highway from Ohio to Indiana. His white hair blows thickly back to the seat headrest like a cirrus cloud beating through the sky. A beard is beginning to grow on his cheeks, and his eyes are experiencing wrinkles in the corners. With his strong right hand clutching the stabilizer bar above the door, he turns his head to look at Robbie Hillis. "You hear me?" Colton's voice is turning frail now in his ear...
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