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Nadia Arrington

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The Last Unmaking

Nadia Arrington

Submitted to Contest #296

The Voidmother watched the universe bloom, her fingers trailing across the fabric of reality as she sculpted nebulae and birthed stars. She was the great architect, the mother of light and shadow, the weaver of celestial tapestries. For eons, she had spun the cosmos into being, tending to its spirals and watching life flicker like fireflies in the boundless night. But now, she stood at the precipice of ruin, staring at the creation she loved more than herself, knowing she had to unmake it. Her name was Althéa, the Voidmother, the Keeper of t...

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Silent Stars

Nadia Arrington

The stars spoke to her before she could speak back. Lyra drifted through the dark, her thin frame tucked inside the worn flight suit she’d inherited from her mother. The ship’s dim glow cast soft, tired light across the console, blinking quietly as if trying not to disturb her. Outside the viewport, a nebula unfurled its arms in violet and pale gold and stretched across the void like a god’s breath. Lyra had no words for it, though the sight burned beneath her ribs with an ache that felt close to memory. Her comms were dark. They had been fo...

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Drift

Nadia Arrington

Dear Earth,I don't know how to begin this. How does one write a goodbye to someone they've circled for eternity? How do I put into words the ache of a pull that weakens with every passing night - the quiet terror of feeling the space between us widen like a crack in fragile glass?I've known this moment was coming. I think you have too, even if you've pretended not to see it. The way you spin beneath me has felt different lately - less certain, as though you're trying not to meet my gaze. Or maybe I've just been imagining that. Maybe I've bee...

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