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Submitted to Contest #296
In a world that had lost its sense of shape, Flinn held the rail as if it were the very last truthful thing in existence. Under his fingers, the wood was rotted and soft, wet with the icy breath of the deep, and humming low, as if it were an animal that had been injured for too long to be able to cry out. The ship had already ceased its journey. Remembering was what it was; remembering the stormlight and thunder, the iron song and the oarstroke, the pressure of bodies that once believed it was possible to cross the sea. The memory brought te...
Submitted to Contest #293
Warmth, slow and thick as molasses, spread through Helen’s body where moments before the cold lain coiled, slick, and bitter as a snake’s back. The scent of high green pine and cinnamon, deep and old as the hush of a warm kitchen, pulled her through the weight of sleep, and when she opened her eyes, it was with the dull stiffness of limbs left long in a dream. She swallowed, licking the dry roof of her mouth, and moved her fingers as if she could wake them. A train car. The words came to her slowly, uncertain, for she did not remember steppi...
Submitted to Contest #291
Morning hush drapes the park in light. Two sakura trees, side by side—Double Sakura—blush at dawn. Their branches, tangled in gentle unity, breathe life into Oya’s heart. She stands, jacket tight, though not tight enough to harm.Harsh words between her and her significant other had carved this path beneath her feet. Too much thunder, too many unshed raindrops clinging to her lashes. Her mother had once said the Double Sakura was a place of reflection, where petals held whispers of restless souls. "Watch," she had urged, "see life unfurl in t...
Submitted to Contest #286
Journal Entry: #286Date: March 25th, 2027Location: Mars Orbit, aboard the Apex Observer deployment capsule, drifting further away from home. My name is Jonathan Kirkpatrick. I have been granted the fortune of literacy and mobility; the ability to observe and comprehend; the means to assist and share. Yet I am burdened with a curse that is only amplified in my given situation: I cannot relinquish the grip of my past, even as I stand poised to propel humanity into its uncertain future. Which is an odd thing to say, as right now, I am alone, tr...
Submitted to Contest #283
I was expecting this Christmas to feel joyous, at least compared to the ones that came before. Last year, Jacob’s snowboarding accident at the lodge was a major stinker. Then the year before, when Mom got really sick while Dad totaled the car against a telephone pole. Bad years, both of them. But bad things, they’ve always followed us, haven’t they? Like the night you finally got that invitation to basketball camp, only to find the car’s tires slashed the same evening. Or when we spent five whole days plotting out your homecoming proposal to...
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