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Submitted to Contest #313
Chief Petty Officer Beckett rocked forward on his knees for a closer look. Reaching down into the freshly dug pit, the expeditionary archaeologist carefully scraped away the last cake of earth barnacled to the object. The high sun immediately locked onto the silver cylinder, bouncing a harsh metallic light onto his weathered face like a satellite. He squinted with sweaty joy at discovery. The cup was an unusual find this deep in the Desert Valley Basin, he marveled. It was identical to the ceremonial drinking vessels he had helped unearth ...
Submitted to Contest #288
Content warning: Themes of loss and griefThe passenger expedition ship World Navigator heaved through the roiling waves of the Drake Passage toward the bottom of the world. The nights here in December were short, but this was the longest night of Matt’s life as he lay motionless in his claustrophobic cabin, riding out what may have been the rest of his life. The hull banged hard as it crashed down into the troughs of swells over and over and over. The ship pitched and rolled as Matt’s movie brain premiered the famous scene fro...
Submitted to Contest #253
Since he retired back in February, Jeremy had a lot of time to kill. Like most retiree rookies, he vowed to exercise more. He started watching yoga videos on YouTube. He began walking the beach near his home. Huffing down the beach and back would help burn calories and keep him occupied until happy hour, he figured. As he settled into his near-daily routine of strolling the shore, Jeremy started recognizing the same characters along the way. One regular was an attractive older woman who always wore a bikini no matter the weather. She had a m...
Submitted to Contest #247
Larry clicked on his flip-flops clumsily as he approached the beach town’s 1970s community center. His feet were too pale and soft for this: decades spent in socks, protected by footwear, suddenly called upon to be exposed to the elements. He was uncomfortable having his big and middle toe split by the chafing nylon sandal strap. But in every picture he’d seen of people doing yoga, they all had bare feet, so he had to soldier on.  ...
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