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Submitted to Contest #149
The rising sun painted beautiful purples and reds against the fleeing summertime clouds. I could just make out the colors through the trees on my neighbor’s property. Evidence of dawn lit the distant tramway and bounced off the hover traffic beneath it, where people raced about their busy morning rituals. I sipped my coffee as the sun inched higher in the sky. It stood burning in the heavens in moments, eons of energy waiting to awaken each new day. I reached for my novel, nothing fancy, but something worth reading at dawn in the half-light ...
Max threw her hips to the right, pivoting her skis and sending a wave of powder downslope. She pushed hard on her downhill ski, digging in and coming to a stop as her wave of fluff floated around, blocking her view and washing out any chance she had of seeing the other skiers. It wasn’t a race, per se, more like a group of friends trying to make it back to the confines of the hotel with the last arrival on the hook for dinner. Second-to-last was buying the first round of drinks. When she turned to look upslope, she had just enough time to se...
Submitted to Contest #122
“Ever get yourself stuck in a situation where your pride demands a larger commitment than you are willing to pay?” A jostle from behind me nudges me forward and my camera, dancing merrily six inches in front of my face, loses focus. The camera is a virtual representation that holds a point of light in front of me and records me directly to my feed—fancy tech for a Ceres shopper. Once I settle, glaring at the person behind me, I continue, “Of course you have; you’re human. Let me tell you a story. No, no, no, don’t leave. I’ve got the time.” ...
Submitted to Contest #118
Today’s the day I change. It’s a little thing, really—a shift in perspective. An acceptance—if I can accept something so fundamentally different. The wind howls across the hilltop, rippling my coat around my body and pressing me deliberately forward. Its chill draws forth a shiver—unwelcome, unbidden, and a mirror to time’s blitzkrieg. I grab the rail and stare over the cliff before drawing back a pace. Back to safety. Before me, the river bends around the opposing mountain, churning, angry, and swollen. From this height, it is silent in i...
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