Abigail Romick

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“Seized” by Abigail Romick

There is a dull ache penetrating my skull. I reach to rub my temples with...a gloved hand?I groan at the sight: shiny black with a blue band. Space navy.I never should have gone to Venatani, home of the workless and misfits. Exactly the targets of Entorian Space Navy. They send a few of their men out, prowling the streets and pubs for any of the unruly types. The ones that nobody will miss. They've done it before during previous wars, dropping the practice during peace times only to pick it back up at the next sign of confli...

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“Vivatrix (Part one)” by Abigail Romick

“Aunty? Aunty, you here?” I call out, latching the apartment door behind me. A sigh comes from the kitchen, accompanied by the scrape of a chair against the wooden floor and the telltale tapping of Aunty Syan’s cane as she appears at the end of the hallway. Tired gray eyes linger on me before visiting the paper clutched in my hands. “Something you mean to show me, Aviva?” “Yeah, we’re doi...

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“Puppeteer” by Abigail Romick

The cheerings of crowds were not new. The force in which my head was slammed into the ground, however, was.The force of the impact nearly cracks my mask in two as I skid across the ground. Had it not covered the entirety of my face I would be coughing up dirt. As it is, I’m contemplating slapping the looming caped figure above me. Allen. You probably know him as Staunch, yes the Staunch. The prick in white tights and spandex bodysuit. You probably own a t-shirt or two with his logo on it. Don’t lie, I know you do. Everyo...

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“Twile” by Abigail Romick

Hasmie 34, 19725 Hello Mona,  It has been far too long since we last spoke. I yearn to hear your voice again, not through the flimsy onsight hallo-projector, but in person where I can embrace you and our lovely daughter. How is our child, Monikla? Does she still dance in the twilight? Hasmie 37, 19725 Mikla, my love, It ...

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“Changing Cogs” by Abigail Romick

My fingers gingerly stroke the emerald leaves of the precious orange sprig. Oranges, such vibrant little globes, watch me, playfully hiding behind Citrus sinensis leaves. I resist a chuckle. We almost lost them all. The trees with fruit like late day’s sun, struck down by a viroid. What something so small can do.I spare a glance towards the door. At one point I would have found the gaze of a guard. Now, all I find is a plain metal door, gradually abandoned by its most favorite and frequent of colleagues, as they came to trust me. I...

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“Facades (Part Two of The Red-Eyed Boy)” by Abigail Romick

I strangle the table with my white-knuckled grip. Sirens animate, walling their dreadful tune. Screams ring out, echoing through the metal ship walls.This wasn’t supposed to happen. This is just a standard prison run. Pickup prisoners, secure prisoners, drop off prisoners. But no, now several of the most dangerous humanoids in the system are loose, on MY ship. They didn’t train me for this...well, that’s not what the file says, but...My first major run.A BOOM rattles the ship. The motion causes me to jerk, my spindl...

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“The Core of Salvation” by Abigail Romick

Keep digging, just keep digging. That’s what they said. Some last hope isn’t it? We're going to find a dead desolate core and then we're going to die like good little disposable boys and girls. “I can’t take it! I can’t take it anymore!” I yell, pulling my hands through my hair. When I let go I half expect to find clumps of matted black thatch. “Shut up, Hadar,” Versie calls out from the other side of the...

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“Soul Walkers” by Abigail Romick

There is a dull ache in my arms and core. I plunge my paddle into the inky black abyss below once more, setting off another round of ripples.“Here?” I ask my ‘partner’. She rests against the stern, never once offering physical aid. She pulls her gaze away from the water, watching me with silver eyes, illuminated by the flickering light of the lantern she holds. They flick to the water again and back.“No, further,” She says, unchanging in posture.“Mya-”“No names!” she says abruptly.“What?”“Say a na...

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“The Wind Walker” by Abigail Romick

“Legend has it there are beings, similar in appearance to us. These beings would live among us, unbeknownst to our people. They would be indistinguishable from us had it not been for a few key traits. The first trait is increased winds. When a wind walker stays in place for an extended period of time the natural wind will increase in strength and frequency. The second trait is the general fondness of hei...

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“The House Where Passion Lived” by Abigail Romick

I watch inquisitively as the boy runs out of the house. His mud brown eyes leak a mixture of water, lipids, sodium, glucose, and some other substances. In his arms, he grips a package wrapped in old paper. He stops running, now a distance away. He turns back to the house. His breath is fast but slows, nearly halting. The wind blows through his hair, similarly colored to his eye, carrying its scent. Familiar, peculiar of...

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“Me, Myself, and the Macabres” by Abigail Romick

My name is Argen Macabre, of Worblen’s sector G. I am a 21. I require entrance to Sector C in order to act on a scholarship to Central C’s Corbinex University. I will be staying with my uncle, Miconedus Macabre until the start of the semester. My name is Argen Macabre... My name is Argen Macabre. My name is… A family grouping has just passed the checkpoint. ...

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“The Red-Eyed Boy” by Abigail Romick

The blond boy jerks awake, red eyes opened wide, searching frantically, before falling back into the embrace of unconsciousness, or in his case the headlock of unconsciousness.“What’s wrong with him?” I ask, studying his form. He’s skinny, somewhat frail, but not deathly so. That said, it still looks like a large meal would do him good.“We are not quite sure,” Mikita replies. Mikita has been a member of this ‘fine’ crew far longer than my callow cleons of life. A mother to us all, she feeds us, teaches us, and nags us when w...

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“Wannabe” by Abigail Romick

My feet dance from ledge to ledge as the sirens begin to wail.They don’t see me. They almost never do. When they are fortunate enough, they may catch sight of my maroon cloak, or the glint of my copper framed goggles as I disappear into the city below, prize in hand.Tonight will be no different.Package tucked under my left arm I raise my right wrist.1:Skip?2:Nearest root to Vontelo’s?1:Did someone become a psychic?2:Nah must be A.I. instinct.1:...

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“Pincushion (Part 2 of Stasis)” by Abigail Romick

 I'm going to die. I was sure of that fact up until yesterday.About a week or so ago they came in; A professor, two guards, and three agents. The professor in her pristine white lab coat read off a list of names.Though the term termination was never used I like many others I began to mourn the dead teens before us, that is until they called my name "Dana 148-C".No. It flashed through my head as I sat stunned in my place,spoon dropping from my hand as agents moved forward to cuff me. I could do not...

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“Mistletoe on the Moon (Part 2 of Sendoff)” by Abigail Romick

Log 1 "Christmas is... different this year. Not bad, just different. Usually, I would be spending the day before helping Aunt Evelyn prepare dinner, and playing Christmas themed games, decorating, and caroling, and making cookies, and yelling at my cousins for making the gingerbread men fight to the death, and... and well... stuff?" "There was always insanity around the holidays. I don't miss it. Mayb...

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