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The grit of the ground underneath him cut unto the skin of his exposed hand like a thousand little shards, but his side where he had landed felt much, much worse. The burn on his lower leg surpassed both. His helmet had long since gone, and a few of his other pieces of armor were hanging on barely from the leather being singed from the heat of the metal or even the flames themselves that had been thrown ...
She tries to wrap her hoodie closer around her as she steps outside, and tries to take the driveway in several long strides to the running car waiting for her. Sitting in the passenger side of the back, Jenna hears the music, previously blasting, be turned down. Dale, in the driver's seat, speaks first. “Are you ready for a night of extra fall fun?” He says. His girlfriend, her clo...
Everyone knows of the cameras in the streetlamps and on the tops of every doorway. On certain benches or decorative pots filled with plants. They are aware they have no red light, or shuttering lens to announce their presence, but are there all the same. Most try to turn away from them, as naturally and innocently as they can. Often it is useless, and all the seemingly meaningless movement does is put th...
Pure horror freezes the blood in her very veins when she sees the time as her phone screen lights up. 8:13 AM No, this wasn't happening. Nope. Not to her, not today. In a flurry of blankets, sheets, and pillows she attempts to get out of the warm bed she'd been in as fast as possible. There wasn't a second to waste if she has any hope of getting to her job in a reasonable amount of time. ...
A plume of smoke rises above her, and the red flame follows it up. The vixen turns away from it. Backing up to see and not burn her fur, her brown eyes look around at the billowing flames. The wall of fire ends to her left, so the fox turns, moving to the break in the pillars of heat and smoke. Past it, she jumps down a small ledge and barely misses burning her bushy tail. Looking up again, only for a sec...
He cranes his neck again as he looks up through the telescope at the stars above him. Quickly, James scribbles his dot on the paper in front of him. Behind him, the bonfire crackles with the rest of his family around it. The mother of the group notices her son and goes over to lay on the ground beside him. “Are you looking at any star in particular?” She asks him. “No, I’m mapping them!” He says.The young boy goes on to tell her that someday there will be people flying betwee...
Spring shows its face when the morning sun starts to warm her face as she wakes. Carefully she sits up, smiling and basking in the rays. Dressing comfortably, but in layers. To accommodate the weather if the sun decides to shine and make her warm or if the winter winds still choose to blow while she works outside. After a hearty breakfast, one sure to give her all the energy she needs for the lovely, sunny Saturday that is shaping up as she watches out her window. Once her plate is clean and g...
When I was still in High School a few years ago, I had a “typical” group of friends. You know, the outsider ones that seemed to come together and become close just because they didn’t want to fit into anywhere else. There were, in all, about five of us. This story is about one of these friends, whom I will call Jane for her privacy.By the time we got into our sophomore year, Jane had started dating this guy. Let’s call him Bob.See, everyone knew Bob. He was just one of those jerks everyone seems to have...
Cole wakes up when he hears the cry room in the other room. A loud and urgent wail coming from just down the dark hall. Beside him, his wife shifts and moves to sit up, but the man mutters something along the lines of ‘I’ve got her’ while gently placing a hand on her back. The tired new mother relaxes and sinks back into the bed with a sleepy smile, and thank you while her partner sits up and pulls a shirt on before making his way to the nursery. ...
The innkeeper is cleaning the last of the goblets and whipping off tables when they come in. Mary's heart drops into her stomach at the empty, clean hall with only the fewest candles lit. She looks at Clem, who has the same dread filled look on his face. Hoping against all hope, they approach the older woman, to see if she will offer them a room. “Miss, I know we are late. But if...
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