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Write about someone who is always looking toward the future.

Posted in Adventure on Jul 20, 2021

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Marked For Evil

Submitted to Contest #89

Elise The small ship drifted in the still waters of the river, guards milled about on the top deck. An abandoned warehouse stood across the bank. Its firm foundations were a sharp contrast to the gently listing ship. I burst through the door leading to the roof, my colleague and ally, Joshua, right behind me. We opened our bags and drew out our rifles. I trained mine on the first guard who was unfortunate enough to walk into my scope.  “On your mark, Joshua,” I muttered out of the corner of my mouth, finger tensing on the trigger.&nbs...

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chuleta gets chopped

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“I don’t care what she said, I care what she did to our family.”  “She didn’t do anything to this family, Chuleta, that was you. You’re the one who tore it apart, rib by rib and slice by slice. You took up your fork and smashed it down flat against our skulls. What choice do you think we had? Answer me that, and then I’ll believe it’s her fault.”  “I’ll kill her.” “You wouldn’t.”  “Yes, I would. And you know what, I’ll kill you too. I’m gonna kill everyone in this place, and I’m gonna smile while I do it. You hear me? You ...

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The Cowboy

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Death searched the desert, a moonlit shadow stalking sand and shrub.The Cowboy’s horse whickered softly at Death’s approach, but remained faithful and did not run.“It’s a cool night,” Death called from just beyond the ring of flickering light that warmed the Cowboy’s tired hands.“It’s about time,” the Cowboy replied, welcoming Death to his fire. He did not stir from where he lounged back against his saddle bags, left leg stretched long, right knee propped up, dusty hat lowered over his eyes.Death was polite and settled down in easy quiet; th...

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Dance or Mathletes?

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This is a collaboration with Inara Ranger. I wrote the first part. This whole thing is the first part. I think she’s gonna post the second on her account.She is a good friend and she is so nice! Her story “All Too Innocent” is so well written! Go check her out! Rrrrrrrrringgggg! The school bell, the final one for the day, rings. My teacher is scribbling on the board yakking about some weird math equation but of course, no one really pays attention. We all leap out of our old, rusty school chairs and start leaving. I push my way through the c...

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Aliens, Axes & Emilia

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There was something special about the town she grew up in, it might’ve been the history. It was a stopgap town, only enough people for an informal dialect, so really it had to be the history. At least that's what Noelle thought, after all she was the type to read the library archives out of boredom.  Which was why she knew everything there was to know about the rinky dink little hometown she was apt to leave fully. One day she’d only need to come back for her kids, if adoption panned out. The adoption part had been in her life plan ever...

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Always in Deep Thoughts

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 He gave her a hug and told her he was fine and continued walking into the woods. She let him passed and continued her jog through the park. She thought as she ran about what her next chapter will be. She already has most of her goals done. She graduated high school and got a job. So what is the next chapter going to be for her and will their be a door that will opened for her? Or maybe a old door will close  for her?  Than she would know, as she thought . As she was listening to her breathing as she jog, timing her ...

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Fish Blood

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The words on the textbook page blur into opaque black lines as my eyes fixate on one point. My biology professor’s monotone voice drones on despite my apparent lack of interest.  I morph the black lines into words, ones that have been crafted by me and edited by the very best. I imagine looking over the front cover, seeing my name occupy the bottom. My mind conjures up multiple options for pseudonyms. The plush chair I sit at is the only perpetrator for my drowsiness—not a boring voice. I take solace in the fact that a tall mug of coff...

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Should I tell her?

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Stella Montana, a 16-year-old girl, is planning stuff to do over the summer with her friends, thinking about what she should do when she finishes school, and wondering what she could do to make her last two years of high school the best two years for everyone. Stella loves to stay updated with everyone’s drama so she can help some people when needed if she could, she also loves to stay up to date on trends of whatever, she checks the weather for each week of school and picks out an outfit for each day of that week ahead of time, so she has t...

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I Know When I'll Die

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I know when I’ll die. When I was ten, a drunk man handed me a bit of paper. I know what you’re thinking. I was thinking the same thing. I was never one to be rude to strangers though and to and the piece of paper he handed me was beautiful. Some things have an air of importance. The letter I was given was one of them. It looked hundreds of years old that day and was written in the most incredible calligraphy.It told me five things; the date of my first seizure, the day I’d meet my wife, the day I’d go into a coma, the day I’d wake up and the...

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The Trick to the Moon

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I shouldn’t be doing this.The steady glow of Caden’s phone is the brightest thing in his bedroom, brilliant blue against the dusky midnight gray. He can’t tear his eyes from the screen. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be doing this.His finger hovers over the call button. He wrenches it away. Shouldn’t be, shouldn’t be, shouldn’t be, his brain sings triumphantly.He shouldn’t be staring at Harper’s profile picture in his phone for the twentieth time, even though he’s already memorized the curve of his jaw, the sweet crescent of his grin...

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UNENDING FUTURE OF SOMEONE

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In the edges of an enormous city, underneath the gleam of a white moon, the cool breeze whistled through a break in Evan's window. He opened his eyes and watched the twilight on his floor, making a framework of four squares as it went through. There was a thumping right outside, in the forested areas, perhaps, or in his patio.  It wasn't the first occasion when he had woken up with the thumping, or the whistling, yet it was certifiably not a typical event all things considered. He had first heard it precisely one month prior. He didn'...

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It's on the cards.

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Jenny put the deck of tarot cards on the table. It was the same deck her grandmother had handed in to her on her 16th birthday. The old woman insisted that Jenny had “the gift”, but Jenny could hardly believe her then.  Jenny knew that predicting the future is both tricky and dangerous, but from time to time she could not help giving it a chance. Unable to decipher the random cards that sprang out of the deck at her beck and call, she considered her grandmother’s intuition wishful thinking and threw the deck in the last drawer of her cl...

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Dancelete

Submitted to Contest #89

Monday3:30pmRrrrrrrrringgggg!The school bell, the final one for the day, rings. My teacher is scribbling on the board yakking about some weird math equation but of course, no one really pays attention. We all leap out of our old, rusty school chairs and start leaving. I push my way through the crowd and meet up with my best friend, Zaara.She’s waiting for me at our usual hangout spot: the water fountain. The (probably dirty) water spills from the center and splashes out, showing a pretty display. It looks prettier with Zaara standing and smi...

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Happiness is the best medicine

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For most of us, the average day includes a mixture of the things we look forward to and the things we do not look forward to. The girl that I am writing about is my friend, Emily. She is an optimistic 13-year-old girl, who hardly ever cries. She is an adventurous person, so she goes hiking with me every Sunday. Be it rain or shine, she would always show up at my door. My story begins when we were walking back home from school. She was skipping along the sideways of the road, singing a familiar tune, "Mi, Re ,Do ,Re ,Mi ,Mi ,Mi ,Re ,Re ,Re,M...

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Stuck and Selfish

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The future. It's so easy to get trapped in it, to only look ahead of you and not down at your feet where you're standing. And when you do finally reach the future you want, you're not satisfied because it isn't the future anymore. It's become the present. And you don't want the present. I never wanted the present. Ever since I was small, I've always looked towards the future instead of focusing on what was important at the time. When I was eight, I spent months planning my birthday party. And when the special day came at last, the exci...

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