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Submitted to Contest #308
For my dad, an incredible man who never stops giving. Thank you for everything. Jackson stared at the casket standing upright in the center of the chamber. “The mechanic is on the way,” he muttered.“How long, then?” Mary asked.“Not long,” Jack replied, his eyes glued to the ceremonial preparations.“Thanks, Jack,” she said, kissing him on the cheek.“Are you really planning on going through with this?” Jackson asked his father, his face contorted with worry.“Of course, I am.” Marcus patted Jackson on the shoulder. “I’ve looked forward to Tran...
Submitted to Contest #307
“Sign here, initial. Date. Thanks, bub, have a good night.” The DeadEx delivery driver said, his eyes glazed over with passive hatred for his job, so much that talking to him might be the final straw.Kyle gave the man a curt nod and a grunt in return before shutting the door to his shitty apartment in old town. Turning with a beer in hand, he stared at the box, so tall it nearly hit the ceiling.“Where do I put you?” Kyle asked himself with a shrug. “Eh, tomorrow’s problem.”He walked past the box, sat on his couch, and turned on his TV, deter...
The Laws of Robotics.1st: A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.2nd: A robot must obey the orders given to it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.3rd: A robot must protect its existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.4th: A robot is considered to be human. The World Council enacted this on November 8th, 2091, to appease the masses for becoming sympathetic to their robotic assistants. It was left vague for...
Submitted to Contest #306
Stardate 01.07.2157 // 19:42 “We’re tracking it, but it’s not on a standard path. It keeps making adjustments…” Mr. Williams stated clearly. “I’m aware,” Jane replied calmly into the terminal built into her desk. The feed was wavering due to the outdated tech. “Then you know it’s heading to the asteroid belt.” “I’m well aware.” She cleared her throat and sipped her wine. “Skip it, Howard. What’s the game plan?” “We don’t have one. We hope your deep space scanners picked up more than we have.” “Of course you don’t…” She clicked her tongue an...
Submitted to Contest #305
The double doors slid open along their tracks as he stepped out into a volley of flashing lights and a chorus of voices. Tugging at his tie and collar, he cleared his throat while approaching the podium at the edge of the stage.Motioning with his hands for the crowd to hush, he pulled small cards from his jacket pocket. “Welcome, all, thank you for coming.”Brahm paused, squinting as the stage lights flared in his eyes. Pouring a glass of water from a pitcher on a nearby table, Brahm observed the crowd as they shifted in anticipation.“I came ...
Submitted to Contest #304
Casey kicks the swivel. Activating the ship’s directional thrusters as he hits 1,114 km. His ship shudders beneath the G's pushing on the chassis. The mask attached to his helmet pumps a cocktail of O2 and other chemicals called mist, keeping him conscious. “Catching up to Raule in third place as he blazes into his second lap, Casey punches it, blasting into the tunnel at record speeds.” The announcer, Misha, cheers from the safety of his booth, clutching the mic like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. “Leaving Raule in the dust, taki...
Submitted to Contest #300
Hanging from a rope laced through an open window in the roof, Selene lowers herself down to the concrete floor two stories below. Unhooking from the line, she looks up against the rain to the bag of tools as it descends like a pendulum, swinging back and forth against its own weight until she can grab hold and help guide it the rest of the way.Dragging the bag away from the rope, Selene moves out of the way for Leo as he plummets from the ceiling like a stone. Barely slowing himself, Leo leans forward and tucks his legs in before hitting the...
Submitted to Contest #102
Part 5 of an on going series. Read the comments below to see links to the other chapters. Seconds shift to minutes, minutes turn to hours. Time stretches, twists and slows for both men. Surge still floating in the air wraps his fingers around the edges of intangible electricity. Gripping the bolt of lightning. Edgar appears like Zeus himself shining against the purple/blue flashes of light. Descending from the heavens to smite the revived Titan Quake from raising an army by his side. Quake forgets himself in the moment as his eyes fill wi...
Submitted to Contest #101
Splashing water on my face I look at myself in the mirror. “Come on. You can fucking do this. Fucking do it. It’s all a part of the show. The show most go on.”Grabbing a single razor blade from the medicine cabinet. I pop the top of my vial and pour a little powder atop my counter. Sift it into a straight line, lean down, close one nostril and snort every microscopic grain straight into my brain. Knocking my head back with a second deep sniff it hits. Shaking my head around for a beat, I lean back into the mirror. Checking my teeth for anyth...
Submitted to Contest #100
With a deep sigh, Derick unlocks the front door and walks inside trying to hide tired eyes with a rigid statue like smile. Closing the door behind him. Derick throws his coat on the couch and drops his briefcase behind against the wall. Kicking his shoes off, he lets out another sigh and calls out. “I’m home. How was your day…?” Derick trails off seeing neither Paul or dinner waiting for him.Instead, a single note awaits him. Resting underneath a small paperweight shaped like a flower. The weight always served as a proper reminder of their l...
Submitted to Contest #80
Part four of an ongoing series, read the comments for more information.“Is it on?”“Yeah, we’re live in five, four, three…” Henry says holding the camera steady, he waves his fingers, two. One and points at the Linda.”Straightening her jacket and patting dirt from her blouse. Linda clears her throat and speaks into the microphone held in her left hand. “This is the emergency response news team coming to you live at Centurion prison. Just moments ago, a massive burst of energy came from some strange devices placed in the ground by Quake. Neith...
Submitted to Contest #51
Within days of having gained his powers. Quake has begun wreaking havoc upon the inhabitants of Centurion city. Assaulting banks, science facilities, and police stations. He's killing anyone who get's in his way. Quake has been declared an enemy of the public. A military response is brewing alongside the fear of the public, and for good reason. Surge, the cities mysterious protector has been nowhere to be seen since the villainous Quake's appearance.Speaking softly over the off sync beeping of the heart and oxygen monitors shoved on top of t...
Submitted to Contest #50
“Mom. I can't believe it. I think he's going to dump me tonight.” “Now, now. Calm down Kelly. I'm sure it's nothing like that.” “He said. He wanted to take me out one last time as his girlfriend.” “Oh.” “What does that mean? Oh? That's not good. This isn't good. Oh...no. I knew it. I told you he's planning on dumping me tonight.” “Okay. It's going to be fine. You don't have to worry. Kelly?” “Yeah mom?” “You should dump him first.” “What the hell? No. I don't want to loose him at all...” “Well...Have you talked to him about this?” ...
With a light tap against Mr. McCormik's office door. Gob pushes it forward an inch asking. “Hey, Mr. McCormik? Is this uh. Is this a good time?”With a friendly smile Mr. McCormik gestures for Gob to take a seat. “Why. Sure thing Gob. Would you mind closing the door behind you?”“Oh. Not at all.” God says shutting it behind him. Walking a few steps inside. Gob really takes in the scenery of the office from the 40th floor. He stares at the golf clubs in the corner of the room and the coffee cup used for practice. He picks up a framed picture of...
Zipping up his all black racers jacket. Batch Hatch Hardo puts on his leather racing gloves, pulling each one as tight as possible before fastening the wrist straps. Wrapping extra tape around the open wrist to protect the skin and joint in case of a crash. Batch gives each wrist a firm slap. Sliding his wool sock covered feet into thick black boots he gives them a zip and pulls each buckle strap firm and tight. An extra layer of tape around the knee joints and elbows before the pads come on and he's ready for his helmet. The sleek al...
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