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Submitted to Contest #48
The store was poorly lit and Michael had to squint to see the titles on the graphic novels. He had walked past the aisles of men and women in capes, past the independent titles with questionable black and white art on the covers, and past the titles aimed at the really young kids littered with shiny ponies and round faced cartoon characters. He had made it to the bargain bins where you could get up to twenty comics for two dollars or fifty for five. The place where throw away stories went to die a quiet death but were afforded a last ditch o...
Submitted to Contest #47
As you check your mail, you notice a letter that makes you stop in your tracks. Your armor jingles slightly as you move toward the table, the links clattering together. Looking down you notice that the parchment on the tray is fresh and it appears to be written in the script of the King’s handwriting. His intricate seal holds the contents in place. It has been months since you were home and now, already, you are called to serve again. You know that you must answer this call. It could be anything from an invitation to dine with him, to an o...
Submitted to Contest #46
It’s not lawful to do what I do. I walk into the smoke filled room, the lights pulsating fast enough to make the spot behind my eyeballs hurt for a moment. At first I wonder why I’m even here. The music is one of the approved pieces in the universal catalogue. Nothing we haven’t all heard over and over, beamed through the government approved headphones, or streamed through the neural implants some of us have decided to insert. I start making my way across the dance floor, towards the bar when I finally catch it. There is a note that’...
Submitted to Contest #44
“Is that it then?” she asked. “That’s it. Nothing more to say. See you around, Sara,” Francesco said. She blew on her hands for a moment and then shoved them into the pockets of her pea coat. Her steel blue eyes met his. They lingered on him. It was a searching look, one filled with despair and the slightest hint of hope. His eyes turned away. He turned around and started walking. He felt the pinch of his toes ins...
Submitted to Contest #43
Feran had not expected the smell. His fingers gripped the arrow loosely. He took a moment to look down at the fletching. It was perfectly symmetrical, the white feathers stiff and even like the soldiers ahead of him. He had heard stories of grand battles and heroic deeds. His father, Dillan, stood three feet away from him. His father, who had slayed great creatures, battled men, taken on the greatest of odds. He looked to his father, wanting to ask about the scent of flowers. Violets and lilacs, the scents calmi...
Submitted to Contest #42
Jim Targus held the envelope pinched between his thumb and forefingers. He held it as far away from his face as his arms would reach. Even at that distance it was still easy to read the bold block letter typescript on the front. THE BUREAU OF EXISTENTIAL AFFAIRS. He had waited most of his twenty one years of life to receive this letter. Days spent dreaming and imagining what the future would be. The paper felt rough on his fingers. He took a deep breath, folded it up into neat fourths and stuck it into the back ...
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