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R Lee

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R Lee

Submitted to Contest #296

The HatcheryShe wakes up for the first time, shaken from sleep by a sound that vibrates inside her skull. Her body, folded into itself, shimmers inside the disturbed membrane, the hazy tendrils of light refracting into her amniotic pod. Muscles twitch and ripple, and she kicks and tears through the surface, spilling into the outside world, gasping for her first breath. Short dark hair clings to her face.As the neonate opens her eyes, her newly developed brain processes every sensory input frantically, each piece of data fluttering and firing...

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O'Brien's Boutique Bed and Breakfast

R Lee

Submitted to Contest #295

Boutique Bed and BreakfastHosted by O’Brien ★5.0 - 434 Reviews.O’Brien’s century old house is at the heart of the historical district, five blocks from downtown. Enjoy our discreet service with a fully staffed kitchen and carefully curated amenities. Every review was the same: a string of five stars, no additional commentary provided. Users with profiles and names from all over gave a unanimous, wordless appraisal.★★★★★ - Yvonne, Chicago, USA★★★★★ - Jung, Seoul, South Korea★★★★★ - Anthony, Boston, USA★★★★★ - Lucy, Calgary, Canada★★★★★ - Suni...

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Esperantujo

R Lee

Submitted to Contest #294

With every hour the Białowieża Forest claimed a little more of him. At first it was voluntary–the torn insignia cast angrily aside, the shedding of his helmet and unburdening of his pistol. Then the trees started to take pieces off of his jacket and brambles tore skin and hair from his unprotected forehead. Mosquitos drank from his open wound, the mossy floor absorbed his fluids.The autumnal temperatures did little to abate his flush. He was utterly unable to appreciate the untouched beauty of woods, whose canopies were alight with the sunri...

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Funerals Are for the Living

R Lee

Submitted to Contest #293

“You really shouldn’t have checked it.” Rosa’s voice is dripping with recrimination, and I’m eight years old again, looking up at her shadowed figure striking a superior pose. After the most stressful travel experience of my life, I don’t respond well. “Yeah, right, it’s all my fault,” I snap back, crushing the papers provided by the crematorium in my fist. “Must be so hard being surrounded by idiots when you’re so perfect.” A pleasant female voice above reminds the public to not leave any items unattended, and to inform security...

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The Copper Seller

R Lee

Submitted to Contest #292

Isle Royale2072 ADMira rises to a rust-colored dawn. The blood-red sun is low on the horizon, flooding the earth with its sanguine light. Lake Superior, inky black and oily, diffuses the harsh morning on languid waves.She takes a tentative breath from the open door. The wind from the Lake, carrying a whiff of algae bloom and decay, takes the edge off of the punishing temperature. She uses an ancient solar-powered calculator and a psychrometer to record the day’s humidity and weather conditions. It’s shaping up to be a mild December.Emerging ...

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El Ateneo

R Lee

Submitted to Contest #290

When I first arrived in Argentina, freshly severed from a serious relationship, the bright-eyed romantic in me entertained the possibility: “Could I live here forever?”Rosario, brimming with gorgeous neoclassical buildings, was embraced on its eastern side by the Paraná river. On the evenings and weekends, its shores were populated by groups of friends sitting on colorful blankets, passing around goblets of yerba maté, unbothered by the brisk winter temperatures of June. Every day I met warm strangers, found a new favorite haunt, learned som...

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