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On an unseasonably cool Summer morning as the sun was just starting to rise above the horizon, Roger Charles tapped a bit of ash from his cigar off the side of The Gilded Butterfly into the waters of the Smotren River. The steam powered riverboat been chugging down the mighty waterway at a steady pace for several days and was nearing the next port of call, Genard City. Roger’s black wool suit, a “sack suit” his tailor called the new style, helped to keep him warm against the chilly air that came off the northern gulf. Suddenly, the boat ...
Submitted to Contest #99
Hank Stahl woke up unsure of where he was. He had a pounding headache like he drank too much but hadn’t been drinking. He stood up and looked around groggily, knowing that he was last in his bed but wasn’t any longer. His head finally stopped hurting enough for him to orient himself with his surroundings. Somehow, he was near his Great-grandfather Dale, or Pappy, as he was commonly called’s cabin in Southwood, Iowa. It was a place he hadn’t been to in ages. After his father and grandfather had a falling out, they only went there on rare spec...
Submitted to Contest #98
A clocktower chimed ten times in the distance. Thane Henley lashed a broken sword to the stump that used to be his left hand. He took a deep breath and stepped cautiously into the darkness. He slowly made his way down a road with burnt-out, wrecked cars and melted, bent streetlights littering either side. A full moon was all the light he had to make his way across the scorched landscape. The last chime of the clocktower still echoed out, never quite ending and seemed to be calling to him. As Thane made his way towards the sound he felt as th...
Submitted to Contest #96
Possible trigger: sleezy behavior. A late-night summer storm brought more than much needed rain to the small country village of Broadstone. Just before dawn, while most of the villagers still slept, there was a loud boom that came from the town square. The townsfolk rushed out to see what had caused the noise and were shocked by what they saw. A stage had somehow been setup in the middle of the square. Red curtains with golden tassels draped across the stage. As a crowd formed around the mysterious structur...
Submitted to Contest #95
The light autumn rain caused beads of water to form on Karl’s cellphone screen as he checked the text message again, “I challenge you to shoot Mr. Z.” The text after contained the details about where the man lived and the best time to find him. He sighed heavily, causing a puff a fog to escape his mouth. He wasn’t sure about this particular challenge and sometimes he felt like their game was going a bit too far, but he wasn’t going to give Scott the satisfaction of a victory. He closed the flip phone, put it away and zipped up his coat. He s...
Submitted to Contest #61
What's going on? Thought Softy Bear as he was passed from the large hands he knew to the much smaller hands he was unfamiliar with, I don't know if I like this. “Thank you, dad.” Said the hands with a tone of doubt as if they were unsure on how to react. “Don’t look so disappointed, son.’ Said the larger hands, ‘Softy will take great care of you. I’ve had him for years. Your great-grandma gave him to me before she passed away when I was about your age and now, I’m happy to give him to you. He’s a very special bear.” Softy had fond memories ...
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