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Submitted to Contest #279
Small, I was. Like my planet. But what is small when there's no big?Insignificant, I was. But when there's nothing but rubble, what is?Alone, I was. And still I am.Rocks that were cities are rocks again. Rocks that were homes and forges and churches and schools. All just rocks.Empty slate. Again.What to make of it all? What to make of me now? What purpose is there now? I keep finding myself acting like I’m dead already since there's nothing much to do anymore. Just walking ‘round the rocks that my planet has become.But there’s the same old o...
Submitted to Contest #271
Content Warning: Brief scenes of violence------"Alright Ahsha, make sure not to tear the hinges off that old bird when you dock.""Yes, Commander. Proceeding with Docking Ordinance. Time to connection: 3 minutes, 43 seconds."Otto Tarrat snuck open the polarized visor of the eastern window, letting light and heat bathe the cramped interior of the L.V.D.C Ahsha. The vivid, logic-defying light bent and distorted, warping and radiating outward - but never inward. The core of the light was infinitely, impossibly black. He’d never seen anything lik...
Submitted to Contest #264
The Foedus didn’t know how to throw a party. All pomp and no circumstance. A melding of Names should be an intimate occasion, each one changed histories and blood and bone after all. At the very least they could've found some better wine.Salvus extended out the nearly-full crystal goblet, held gingerly between thick thumb and forefinger. An attendant swooped past as though skating on ice, replacing the goblet with a dainty pastry. She was a Cupio, by the look of those feet. Salvus frowned. According to others, the Cupio lacked any real ...
Submitted to Contest #249
I danced alone, gliding about the floor with swift steps. Lost in the life of the music. The birth of its melodies, its rise and crescendo, its lulling decline. With a collective sashay, the mass upon the floor began to spin, each body on the floor moving as one larger organism. I felt at one with them, soaking in the glorious and too-fleeting moments of life I was able to enjoy.I danced alone, scouring the inside of Le Club de Sablier from the vantage of its central dance floor. Heavy was the haze of cigarette smoke, embers alighting at the...
Submitted to Contest #248
{ They always say the Devil you know is better than the one you don’t. Whoever said that clearly didn’t know Jaakobal. }What happened to ambition? No one seems to have real goals anymore. People these days are satiated by the mundane and the meaningless, selling their souls for cars, fame, money. Things that are temporary, like they are. What will happen when they all inevitably die and hand over their soul to the scheming devil that bade them to forfeit their eternal ever-after for some shiny, momentary thing.The Devils always came on our e...
Shortlisted for Contest #247 ⭐️
Transcription - 4:30pm May 8th, 2318It feels odd. Narrating things like this, not speaking, just thinking. Is it even…yeah, it’s working. Um…so, they said this would be a way to fix things, explore all the things I thought I knew. See things from a different perspective and all that. When I was accepted to the Ruminate pioneer program, I was really happy. Jace and Clara begged me not to go, but I told them I needed this. It was only four months, after all. At the very least, I could be a pioneer, you know? It’ll take a few days to prepare bu...
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