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Scraps

Her desk was littered with scraps of paper, each scrawled with its own collection of words, representing a thousand grasped-at memories.

It wasn’t working. They wouldn’t come back.

She stoked the fireplace and began dropping the papers in, one by one. Forget the yesterdays: time to start working on tomorrow.


This story was based on the prompt “scraps of paper” at TypeTrigger.

Escape Velocity

I thought stasis would be like sleeping: I’d close my eyes on Earth, and open them a hundred light-years away. I thought it would be an escape.

But it was more like a dream, a slow swirl of half-reality. I spent ten years inside my own head, reliving that memory.


This story was based on the prompt “that memory” at TypeTrigger.