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Submitted to Contest #319
The stream cut silver through the glen, low enough in September that stones showed, moss-dark and slick. Thistle darted first, splashing without caution. Her gray coat caught dusk light and vanished against leaf and shadow. Briar followed, nosing under bark for beetles fat from the heat. Both were heavier than fox-lore said they should be: not ten pounds as in old times, nearer fifteen. Small compared to others, yet sturdy in muscle and bone, they clung to trunks with a grip that surprised even them.Blue and Maggie hung back a moment. They w...
Submitted to Contest #318
At dawn, Joshua followed the edges of the meadow, keeping close to the line of trees where he could vanish if danger stirred; dew jeweled the grass; spider silk caught the first light like fine wire. He carried no weapon; the oaks and maples stood thick, easy to climb, and Theron, the red‑shouldered hawk, kept watch above; the hawk’s shadow ran before him like a dark seam stitched into the green.The morning smelled of crushed goldenrod and damp bark; somewhere a creek worked over stones; the air tasted faintly of iron. Joshua flexed his fing...
Submitted to Contest #313
Brackish Footprints is a short story set in the world of *The Pathways Alliance*, a post-apocalyptic saga where animals and humans form interspecies alliances to resist the lingering threats of a fractured world. The protagonists, River and Silver, are intelligent raccoons—larger than their ancestors and gifted with telepathic abilities due to radiation exposure generations ago. In the wake of a limited nuclear exchange and environmental collapse, certain humans and creatures absorbed gamma radiation and. were twisted by it, becoming what so...
Submitted to Contest #304
As told by Dana Carter on The Moth stage, Brooklyn, NY.You don’t forget the moment when you realize the world is stranger than it looks. Not weird like déjà vu or déjà heard. Stranger, like the line between thought and form, life and death, the moment when a wall thins just long enough for a message to slip through it.For me, it was the fall of my seventeenth year. The air was brittle with cold, the trees half-naked and clinging to rusted leaves. Inside our farmhouse, the floors creaked with every step, and the scent of woodsmoke clung to th...
Submitted to Contest #165
I worked hard to ace my grad school entrance exams and got a full teaching and research assistantship that covered most of my costs at an Ivy League college. The school was a pressure cooker where every word I spoke or wrote had to be justified, every idea had to be defended, and every minute’s worth of work had to be crammed into only 20 seconds to be sure to meet each deadline on time. This made for a fraught competition between students most of the time, but when we worked together, it was an incredible experience. I knew it would pay off...
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