Abigail Romick

“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. It consists of two female sevens with hair of Sun and teeth of stars, a female thirty-two of similar appearance, but with silver, rather than purple irises, a male thirty-four with the ir...

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“The Red-Eyed Boy” by Abigail Romick

Submitted to Contest #98

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 we don’t do our ch...

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“Wannabe” by Abigail Romick

Submitted to Contest #94

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:The same A.I. instinct that led us to Getlin’s last time the E.L.O.s caught a glimpse of us?2:That ...

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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 nothing more than stare shocked.Why? What d...

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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. Maybe? Possibly? Just a little bit. Okay, I miss it and I'll admit it, not that I'm going to tell anyone but you and maybe Tasha, but you can't t...

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“Stasis” by Abigail Romick

Submitted to Contest #62

I hold my breath, sweat trickling down the side of my otherwise composed face."Sanna 195-C" the professor calls, resulting in a daunted looking girl with mousy brown hair being pushed from the crowd.She's wearing the same white uniform as the rest of us. She looks like us, she dresses like us, she came from the same situation as us. She is like us, yet they shove her forward trying to avoid expulsion from the program into the world outside, a world of certain death. Is this what we have come to? She looks around the crowd frantically se...

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“911 Pizza, How may I Help You?” by Abigail Romick

Submitted to Contest #55

 Ringing.Girl: Hello.Operator: 911, what is your emergency?Girl: Yes. I would like to order a pizza.A momentary pause on the operator's end.Operator: (in a confused tone) Excuse me? Can you repeat that?Girl: I would like to order a pizza.Operator: You must be confused. Could you hand the phone over to one of your parents or other guardians?Girl: (in a raised voice) NO! (back to normal voice) It is your job to (emphasis on the following) HELP ME.Operator: (beginning to understand) You're not calling to order a pizza. Are you in danger?Gi...

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“Sendoff” by Abigail Romick

Submitted to Contest #52

January 1, 2342       We sat in front of the TV splayed out across the sofa munching on leftover candy from the previous day’s celebration. Volume on low as not to wake the others the news played across the screen. A slender, black-haired UNSEF official dressed in a tailor-made black suit explained the ins and outs of their program to a young, sharp-featured reporter who introduced herself as Mary Taylors.  “Every year a random eighteen-year-old is selected to become a member of our Moon colonies”. The ...

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“Motive” by Abigail Romick

Submitted to Contest #48

“Mommy, Daddy” a little girl called out gleefully as she bounded down the stairs. Her parents stood smiling in the kitchen as their daughter rushed towards them. “Hello kiddo,” her father said, ruffling her messy brown hair as she wrapped them in a hug. He lifted his coffee to his lips taking a leisurely sip. “Anything on your mind?” he queried. The girl let out a little giggle. “I dunno,” she said in an innocent tone while leaning against a nearby chair. The father let a little grin show. “Your mother and have been talking and we think go...

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