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“I think the world’s ending.” She said in a small voice through the static of the phone’s mic. Her tone was numb and flat, like her own body had forgotten what she was supposed to sound like. “Hey, listen to me.” Boone said. “Listen. It’s gonna be okay. I know it seems crazy out there, but I’m sure people are working on it. We’ve got a whole government set up, it can’t just fall apart overnight. All we have to do is find each other, and stay safe until that happens.” He pressed the phone tightly against his ear, hard enough that he ...
Submitted to Contest #98
Finn strode through the doors of the Snoring Dog and ordered a drink, navigating through the throng of sweaty, irritable laborers that were just finishing a day of work. A thick cloud of smoke hung in the air. The energy of the tavern was different today. Conversations hummed excitedly as the crowd rumbled about what they’d do at the Midyear Fair. The sun had not yet set outside, but once night fell the whole city of Veritas would explode out into the streets. Finn might have been the most excited of anyone. He’d traded his stained cobbler’s...
Submitted to Contest #94
The mood was grim on the front lines. Arthur picked his way through the soldiers that sat about, watching the distant ships in orbit. They were only black specs for now, but they’d be here soon to rain hellfire from above. The quiet, forested valley lulled as if it could feel the coming terror. Every now and then someone would check their pulse rifle, aiming up at the clouds. Calibrated sights or not, he didn’t think they stood much of a chance. As he entered the heart of the camp, he saw the artillery being loaded. One of those cannons coul...
Submitted to Contest #50
By: Adam Tyler Word Count: 2932 If Cyris hadn’t seen the black flyer it would have knocked him out of the sky on impact. It almost did anyway. He’d been so focused checking his rear cameras, he almost hadn’t seen it until it was too late. The neon lights of the city below parted for an instant, and the black, bullet shaped flyer peeled silently out a side street, heading straight for him. It was the kind of car the grim reaper would drive if he found himself in 2055. Cyris jerked the controls and pulled upward, ju...
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