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PROMPT: Science Fiction Competition 2018
Our tree is dying. I try and tell this to the Starpeople, but they can’t hear me. That, or they won’t listen. I tell them anyways, projecting my thoughts up towards the sky, towards the little silver specks in which they live. Do they see it? Do they see how the branches are becoming stiff and brittle, how the leaves are curling back upon themselves? They gave us this tree. Don’t they care to preserve it?
The sky goes from...
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