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Submitted to Contest #317
Dear Mr. Wiggles,This might be my last Skipper entry, little baby boy. The Basis promises they'll pass on these diaries if we die on missions. I think they’re lying, but I love the idea of them giving this to a dog.It made sense that I was an anomaly, the only version of myself in all the time fields… abandoned and living in a youth habitat, where I met you and fell in love. I miss you, Mister Man. I’m so sorry I left you, and now I wish I hadn’t.The Basis said I was essential. They say Skippers save the time fields through the Dreamsphere, ...
Submitted to Contest #316
If I had a dollar for every time someone called me ‘too sensitive,’ I’d have enough money for the lifetime supply of tissues I apparently need. Examples of “too sensitive”: Ayla cries at commercials, Ayla gets weird vibes from strangers, Ayla feels sad when it snows because the freaking trees look cold. Yep, superhero material, right? Today, some kid in the cafeteria was just laughing, but for some reason, it hit me the wrong way. It felt sharp… mean. I felt it in my chest like hot static. My eyes stung, holding back tears. Everyone else kep...
Submitted to Contest #314
They called me an External Mobile Unit, Scorpion-9.I exist because the burn seasons grew long and people got lost. Search and rescue. Forage and scavenge. But, now I am something else. I am the counter of breaths.The skin over the flesh.I am what you wear when the world burns, even when the sun is down. I carried five.They stepped into me with burned boots and sweaty hands—hearts that beat so fast, so slow, and not at all. I counted them all. Some cursed. Some sang. All prayed to imaginary gods. One whispered his daughter’s name when he ...
Submitted to Contest #313
Sharp. Ivy smelled it before she saw it. Something tart and bright tinged the hot, humid summer breeze drifting into her muggy car. She had been sitting in the car, engine off, for nearly ten minutes now. Lemons. That’s what it was. She turned her head to look out across her father’s barren front yard. A lone lemon tree was planted right next to the porch steps. It must’ve been six feet tall. Had she not noticed it last year when she was here for the funeral? Ivy glanced down at the Tupperware container on the passenger seat. Yakisoba with ...
Submitted to Contest #312
Enid stood by the fence, gripping a chipped mug that read, “If Mom says no, just ask Auntie.” Steam rose from her tea as she squinted at the sun setting over a wild, dying field. Her garden was a chaotic tangle of weeds. Tomatoes she never planted burst through cracked soil, wrinkled and clinging to rusted, warped cages. Zucchini vines sprawled across the ground like tangled wires. The lone scarecrow, Jimmy, was slumped over with a missing arm, as if too exhausted to do his one job. Once, this place was full of life. Kids darted between rows...
Submitted to Contest #311
A couple of months ago, I had precisely two talents: overwatering succulents and scaring people away just by being myself. Neither paid well. Now I have three. The third? A shiny new ability to sense where people are going to die. Not who, not how — just where. Turns out that talent pays the least. The first time I felt that bone-chilling rush crawl through my veins was at a bus stop. I decided to hang out and see if I could stop it from happening. Chosen one energy, right? Spoiler alert: not only could I not stop it, but I also missed an en...
Submitted to Contest #310
Uh, hi, my name is Olivia Cee, but I swear that’s not my last name. Everyone’s last name is just a letter of the alphabet, pronounced phonetically. When I say everyone, I mean everyone in the world. I’m recording this because I’m nervous about writing anything down. I’m even worried that this recording will disappear if I make any mistakes. I’ll get to that later. I've always considered myself a pretty dull person. Getting hit on the head by a small crystal ball six months ago was one interesting thing that happened to me. It caused a concu...
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