Tag: short story
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Somewhere in the far-future it rose before the dunes would bury it, and it still stands till today, the County: a not thriving, but at the very least ,surviving, settlement of humanity against the serene winds of rust, dust and particles, light breezes that seared the flesh of the largest elephant and pelted away a…
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The first thing Vivar did when the cube landed was to brush aside all the wide leaves of the vegetation that surrounded them and activate his scanners, radars and all gizmos that could pierce the dense foliage. The two managed to sneak in a strategy discussion on the dusty way there, before all the screens…
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After 14 exceptionally average hours of their final shift, Siete is called into the office of their L low-base manager. A spry woman for her visibly covered-up and modded age, who usually exudes normal dispositions of sternness and competency required for her job. Except for today. Today she had to oversee a resignation, something akin…
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“Tip-tap, tip-tap”, sounded the pigeons slowly making their way across my tin roof. I can’t even remember when they decided that the tip of my house was the best feeding ground, but with time I started to get used to my temporary housemates. Besides, if there’s something I’m not missing, it’s time. My eyes still…
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It was the middle of August when the wind howled through the cracks of a house made out of stones, straws and held together by arid mud. It had four windows, but you could peek through only two of them, while others were boarded with termite-eaten planks. Surprisingly though, a vestige of a powerline kept…
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As a child, I never knew the word or knew what a mirror was, as no one from the village would even whisper it; the existence of an object that could show you what’s behind the tip of the nose better than the wavy surface of the water was hidden. I wondered if my eyes…
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Hello, I’m Steven the living, reconstructive, block of flesh and this is an interview about, well, me and my thing. When I lose parts of my body, I can regrow or reattach them and I did it over 400 times now. As an example, the little finger you can see on the floor next to…
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Step by step, guided by an ancient routine, the twenty something editor drags his legs from the bed to the office room. The grogginess was how the the universe told them that a long day was just around the corner, with a lot of raw footage left unchecked and unworked. When they got the job,…
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The water beneath the alabaster vehicle was so still, you might mistake it for a puddle instead of a sea . It was barely creeping by the row of my rower, and it seemed more like it slid along with it than being pushed by it. My left arm was already deep in it when…
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Matthew Suarez Location: Redacted Date: 31st of Redacted Mrs/Mr. Smith, Real UN Department of Unknown Division- Online Data Research The Pacific Ocean, Redacted Dear Hiring Manager, I have just graduated from my 10th year at the University of Hanga Roa, third in my class. I got interested in the Online Data Research Scrubber position after…