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Submitted to Contest #77
“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing else we can do at this point,” the doctor’s voice rang in Selene’s ears. She turned her head away, looking out at the falling snow that drifted, oh so delicately, swimming about in the air. Her eyes burned and her throat tightened. It wasn’t unexpected, what the doctor said, but it wasn’t what she had hoped to hear. She focused harder on the snow. Two large flakes drifted down together, touching at their edges, breaking apart as they struck the iron light down below. “Mis...
Submitted to Contest #26
“Couldn’t we just hang out here?” Hugh pleaded. “No! We spend enough time here already!” Nella responded, gesturing around them. They were sitting on a crumbling concrete stage in the amphitheater of a long abandoned park. This is where the old circus used to set up when it was in town. Performers of all sorts would stand on this very stage and do their acts. For whatever reason, the place had always made Nella uneasy, whereas Hugh enjoyed the somber quietness. It brought back fond memories for him, though he had never ela...
Submitted to Contest #24
“Christ, One! What the hell were you thinking?” the voice came through the hud slightly distorted. Nothing had been right on the Doppel Station for days, maybe weeks. It was difficult to keep track of time in this lifestyle. There were no nights, no days, and essentially no schedule. Work needed done when it needed done and it didn’t matter if the men were tired or hungry or whatever other excuse they might concoct. One tried to focus his mind enough to remember when the issues had arisen. He knew it was during Twen...
Eyes closed. Her hands were moving over the wet clay that spun rapidly beneath them. She didn’t smile. Her face was stoic. Chiseled, yet appearing soft. A look only the best sculptors can create; the gentle, careful padding of flesh over bone. The clay had gotten on her tank top that stretched tightly across her stomach. It splattered her lovely arms, pale enough that I could see the blue lines of her veins. I can still remember the first time I laid eyes on Wren, down to the smallest detail. I re...
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