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Submitted to Contest #92
Have you ever wondered why they call New York the city that never sleeps? It’s because the lights are always on; because if the lights ever go off they come out. I don’t know how long it's been since the black out, but my phone isn’t charging and I have no signal. The power loss seems to have affected the entire city. I look out the window at the brick building across the street and see the faint glow of a candle passing by. Given enough time, that light will be extinguished too. This is the exact reason why there are so many failsaf...
Submitted to Contest #90
Daniel was a student that gave teacher’s a hard time. I would be lying if I said Daniel didn’t give me a hard time every now and then in my biology class. He was the kind of kid who would stand up in the middle of a lesson, stretch, and yawn loudly just to get a laugh from the other students. Daniel made me laugh too, but as the adult in the room, it was my responsibility to remind him to stay on task and do his work. I’ll never forget the day Daniel had his head down on the desk, eyes closed. “Daniel are you sleeping?” I asked. “Nah...
Shortlisted for Contest #90 ⭐️
CN: poaching Author’s Note: This fictional story was inspired by the very real women of The Akashinga. These female warriors protect the animals of Zimbabwe from poachers. Akashinga translates to “Brave Ones.” I have the deepest respect for these women and what they do. “If you so much as move a finger, I will kill you,” Tonderayi hissed. The man holding the gun froze. He thought this was his big payday; that killing the black rhino and sawing off its horn to be sold to the highest bidder would make him rich. He hadn’t heard the girl ...
Submitted to Contest #88
They really must not get many giants in this part of the world, Eli thought as he sat in the rain; his head inside the classroom window and his body on the schoolyard lawn. He shifted his weight slightly to try and get his rump out of the puddle that had formed under him. As he did so his massive neck smashed into the old wooden window frame causing it to crack. “Can I help you Eli?” the potions teacher asked pushing her spectacles up the bridge of her crooked nose. “Oh. Um. No, sorry Mrs. Gradient. I’m just kind of getting wet from… well ...
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