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Submitted to Contest #323
I stole my father three hours before the State planned to kill him. The birthday balloons were still swaying in the corridor when the sirens began to shriek. He smiled at the chaos because, of course, he'd engineered every note of it. The gilded invitation had arrived six weeks earlier, embossed with the State seal and that cursed phrase: "Final Celebration." Like they were announcing a gallery opening. Like my father's eighty years had been building toward this one sanctioned night of champagne and chloral hydrate. I work as an archivist in...
Submitted to Contest #322
The gulls screamed first, then the sea answered back, dragging the wreckage of our ship like bones across the shore.When I opened my eyes, the sun was too bright and my throat was too dry to remember I was still alive.Then I saw him—Max—already clutching the box of rations as if it were a lifeline meant only for him.Salt crusted my lips. My tongue felt like leather. The beach stretched endlessly in both directions, white sand broken only by planks and rope and the occasional flash of metal from what had been our vessel. I pushed myself up on...
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