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Submitted to Contest #307
When the spacecraft touched down in a field of barley, Flutter disembarked. She stood alone amongst the waves of grain, notes of Bergamot, currant, and green apple floating on the breeze. A feeling of anxiety flooded throughout her body as she watched the ship retract its landing gear and apathetically rocket out of sight. She sighed, then proceeded to slice an incision around her face with her sharp fingernail. The thick, leathery pelt cloaking her head slid back, gliding over a dense forest of silky, raven locks. A fleshy, wither...
Submitted to Contest #305
Mary Anne lay in a corpse pose, her eyeballs flitting beneath her closed lids. She moaned, biting down on some spongy wads that crowded her mouth. A cold, bitter, liquid gushed forth and pooled in her throat. She swallowed and gagged, trying desperately to constrict her gullet and prevent the vile cocktail from resurfacing. Her eyes flew open, and she jolted upright, emitting a belch that left a metallic aftertaste. She spat out four, sopping-wet globs into the palm of her hand. Total darkness enveloped her. After throwing aside the saturate...
Submitted to Contest #297
Grandma was a woman with a trifecta of quirks: Quirk number one. Her well-worn, olive-green reclining chair had to be positioned directly under the skylight even though it continued to fade. I slid the chair closer to the TV once and she totally freaked out.Quirk number two. The drinking straws on the counter were divided into groups of specific colors, and each color was in its own clear, glass flower vase. Mother made sure to ask her which color she wanted before setting a mug of coffee in front of her.Quirk number three. There were three ...
Submitted to Contest #247
Victor’s entire body jerked, and when he opened his fluttering eyes, he discovered that he was teetering on the edge of his mattress. He rolled onto his back and turned his head, staring quizzically at the figures on the shelves across the room. A variety of creatures looked back at him. He threw back the comforter, stretched, and tumbled to the floor with a thump. Fully awake now, he stood and lumbered over to the shelves while running his fingers through his disheveled, raven locks.&nbs...
Submitted to Contest #246
Clint was twelve years old when he was first punched in the face. The burning, throbbing sensations he felt in his cheek were definitely unexpected. The force caused him to stumble backward, and he fell on his bum. He has seen fist fights on television, the “punch-er” would take the initial shot and the “punch-ee” would appear to be infuriated, prompting him or her to retaliate. But the pain Clint felt was physical and he was reluctant to fight back and risk another blow. He also felt a b...
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