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Third Place Science Fiction Winner in the 2017 Eminence Awards Gasping for breath, Isle glanced over her shoulder. Her leather boots barely touched the sand as she raced away from the town. She could hear motors starting behind her. The rounders would be after her soon. Isle hiked the backpack on her shoulders and continued running. Sweat trickled down her forehead into her eyes. Wiping her sleeve across her face, she cleared her vision. Quickly, she looked back again. The rounders were flying over the town's wall. As the circular machines sped towards her, Isle put on another burst of speed. Leaping over a patch of thorny bushes, the young girl stopped. The ground in front of her fell away into a deep ravine. A few rocks beneath her boots dropped into the blackness. As the saying goes, no man can be an isle unto themselves. However, they can definitely try.
Chapter 1
