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“Not what we seem” by N Martin

Submitted to Contest #247

As the deep space exploration drone, "Odyssey," approached Proxima Centauri, tension filled the control room. Engineers and scientists gathered around screens displaying the drone's telemetry and images from deep space. Months before the launch, the space agency had assembled a team of experts from various fields to work on the Odyssey project. Engineers, scientists, linguists, and even psychologists were brought together to ensure the mission's success. The team spent countless hours in simulations, testing every possible scenario and fine-...

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“Don't swallow porcupine fish” by N Martin

Submitted to Contest #245

Under the cloak of a tranquil starlit night, beneath the vast canopy of the sky, a young girl named Liana sat beside her father, gazing up at the moon. sitting together outside their home in a small coastal village, they were nestled in a cozy spot near the shore, surrounded by the gentle sound of waves lapping against the beach and the soft glow of lanterns illuminating the night. It was an evening unlike any other, for the moon was gradually being enveloped by darkness.Fascinated yet perplexed, Liana turned to her father, her eyes wide wit...

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“Cage” by N Martin

Submitted to Contest #232

In the lavish penthouse of the Luminara Dynamics Tower, Marcus Voss, the CEO, leaned against the panoramic window. The dying sun cast a feeble glow across his opulent office. "Our Dysonsphere," he mused, "is the salvation of humanity. We control the light, the energy, and therefore, the fate of this dying world."A man of impeccable taste and insatiable ambition, his journey to the top of the corporate ladder began in the slums, where scarcity was the mother of invention. With a keen intellect and a ruthless determination, Marcus se...

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“Two carrots” by N Martin

Submitted to Contest #231

I overheard an intriguing conversation the other day. A child asked their mother, “What is the first thing you remember?” The more I pondered, the more I realised it's a complex question. The child’s mother replied, “The smell of Grandma’s apple pie.” A peculiar choice, as I've never experienced that aroma. The only thing I've ever smelled is carrot.The child’s mother turned the question to her own daughter, Sally. “Well, Sally, what is your first memory?” Sally's eyes lit up, “Dad’s music. BANANANANA, THUNDER! BANANANANA… he reall...

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“Tomorrow's Checklist” by N Martin

Submitted to Contest #230

Definitely sensitive content, themes of murder, stalking, mental health etc.1 - Target Selection:Identify target: Emily Thompson, 28, lives alone, works late nights.Emily Thompson, a fleeting stranger in a crowded coffee shop, etched herself into my consciousness like an unsuspecting muse. Her silhouette, slender and unassuming, beckoned me to delve deeper into the mystery of her existence. In the dim glow of the café, I observed her solitary habits, t...

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“Been there, Done that. 5 - Christmas Revelations” by N Martin

Mick's words hung in the air, the weight of his revelations settling around Isaac like an oppressive shroud. The living room, with dark green carpet and the mirror by the door that whispered of cosmic secrets, remained a realm of cosmic judgment.As Mick leisurely finished his coffee, his eyes pierced through the veil of Isaac's defences. "You aren't really a good person, mate... are you... Especially when it comes to relationships," Mick asserted with a cold matter-of-factness.Isaac, grappling with the uncomfortable truth M...

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“Been there, Done that. 4 - Whispers of Kuala Lumpur” by N Martin

Submitted to Contest #228

"In the cosmic dance, the mirrors reflect not only the echoes of our past but also the shadows that dance on the tapestry of fate. In the embrace of love and darkness, choices echo through the celestial corridors, and every step is a dance with destiny."As Isaac stared at Mick's outstretched hand, the weight of the cosmic revelation sank deeper into his consciousness. The cosmic dance Mick spoke of seemed to mock him, and the mirrors from the pub reflected not only his past and potential ...

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“Beneath frozen wings” by N Martin

Submitted to Contest #227

The world outside my cozy abode in the attic was still wrapped in a blanket of winter's chill. My internal clock, however, seemed to have missed the memo about a prolonged nap. As I stirred from my slumber, the frost on the windows told a tale of a world not quite ready for my awakening.The first rays of dawn crept through the small gaps in the roof, casting a gentle glow on the unfamiliar surroundings. The air was crisp, and the silence of the sleeping household below was disturbed only by the faint hum of the heating system and t...

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“Been there, Done that. part 3 - Who exactly is Mick?” by N Martin

Submitted to Contest #226

Another extension of a previous story. I just like writing this story, so I keep going. _____________ Isaac moved cautiously through the pub, his senses heightened as he navigated the labyrinth of mirrors. Each reflection whispered fragments of his past, drawing him deeper into the mysterious corridors of his own existence. As he approached a particularly ornate mirror framed with intricate patterns, he saw...

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“Been there, done that. Part 2” by N Martin

Submitted to Contest #225

This is a continuation of another story I already posted.Isaac sighed again, deeper this time. The reality of his situation sank in. He was alone, without a familiar face or a place to call home. The warm breeze carried the scent of saltwater, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore reminded him of the vast, empty ocean that stretched out before him.He scrolled through the contacts on the unfamiliar phone, hoping to find a clue about who Isaac Humphries was, where he lived, or who might be able to shed l...

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“The price paid” by N Martin

Submitted to Contest #224

"I can't sleep," murmured Jonah, his weary voice barely audible over the distant hum of drones patrolling the desolate city. He lay on a tattered mattress in a cramped, dimly lit apartment, surrounded by remnants of a world that once thrived.Here, sleep was a luxury, a fading memory in the minds of those who survived the upheaval. The cityscape outside Jonah's window was a labyrinth of crumbling buildings and flickering neon signs, a haunting reminder of what had been lost.The constant surveillance, imposed curfews, and the ...

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“Oblivious” by N Martin

Submitted to Contest #155

(Sensitive topics and foul language)Once again, I sit here on the same worn-out leather sofa. The same dreary repetitive words fall from her mouth.Again, and again, and again.It causes me to grind my teeth. Her words, her voice, it is like rubbing two pieces of styrofoam together. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand her. The self-absorbed bitch.She is supposedly being paid to help me, not to tell me I’m depressed. Not to say I suffer from a myriad of psycho...

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“Been there, Done that” by N Martin

Submitted to Contest #154

 (Possible offensive language)In a flash of bright green light, he stood eerily still. It’s not the first time Isaac had experienced this. It’s also not the first time that he begs for it to be his last.Barely a moment ago he was standing in front of Lorenzkirche with Mary in his arms. They just went to see the new romcom she was pestering him about, and he finally caved. Today was their second anniversary, just a couple they weren’t yet married. He didn’t care too much about it however, their anniversary. Th...

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“Red tears” by N Martin

Submitted to Contest #153

A blood churning cry echoes through the night, the only light source coming from a half moon hidden by clouds, barely Illuminating the ocean below it and white sands of the rolling dunes behind. Jessica panics when she hears the first horrifying scream. A sharp, high-pitched screech causing her to look over her shoulder. The moon was not bright enough to light her way. She was blind, regretful, and soaking wet. In her intoxicated stupor she had stumbled a little too close to the crashing waves, eventually tripping over her own feet and fa...

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