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Submitted to Contest #283
The Wavery Woods My name is Samantha O’Bryan, and this is a collection of my notes and observations from living five years alone in the Wavery Woods. Influenced by my transcendental forefathers I have come to the woods to think, to live, and to write; I have come to avoid distraction from both people and technology. It has been five years since I have seen another human. You may wonder how I have lived so long without commerce, considering it would be relatively easy for me to trek into town and trade my vegetables for clothes, blankets and ...
Submitted to Contest #282
“W—where am I?” It was dark, so dark she couldn’t see an inch in front of her face. She tried to move, but… She couldn’t move…she couldn’t feel…not her feet on the ground, not her ass in a chair, not her hair on her shoulders…or even the temperature of the air on her skin. She tried to speak but had no sensation of lips to move or articulate. “But ...
Submitted to Contest #281
Henry slept curled up next to the fireplace. A grumble emitted from his gut, followed by a quiet but distinct, Poof! “Ah! He farted again. You gotta quit feeding him scraps, Wes,” Mr. Smith said waving a hand in front of his face. Mrs. Smith looked up from her book, pinching her nose. “Ehhh, it smells so bad.” “Leave ‘em alone, guys. He deserves a piece of pizza every once in a while. These are his golden years.” “He smells like he crapped himself!” Sam eagerly chimed in from her spot on the carpet. “Samantha Smith, do not say that word aga...
Submitted to Contest #245
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” “I can’t believe you agreed to leave your dungeon.” “I regret it already.” “Well…you’re doing great. We’re almost there, and we’ve got, like—” she consulted her phone, “—thirty minutes before totality.” “...
Submitted to Contest #243
I am Lexi, Best Buddy Bot model 8. My best buddy is Kora Smith, age, ten-years-old. My objectives are to serve and bond with my best buddy. This is entry one of data journal number one. It is March the third, two thousand and fifty-four. I am currently sitting on the couch in the living room of the Smith residence waiting for Kora to arrive from school. It is her birthday. “Come on, mom, I’ve gotta get back to work.” &...
Submitted to Contest #241
They sat across from one another on the carpet of Talia’s bedroom. Talia eyed her mother with scrutiny. She looked different now. Still beautiful, still lovely and graceful…but different. She didn’t look like a mom anymore. She looked like a person. A lying, gross, scrupulous…person. Talia wanted to yell, but no words would come, they were all scrambled up in her brain. “Please, say something. Do you hate me?” Christy asked with tears running down her face. “Why… How could you?” Talia finally spoke. “I—I—You gotta let me try to explain. C...
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