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Submitted to Contest #318
Go. You need to run. You need to run away now. You can’t let It catch you. It will hurt you. It will kill you. It will stop at nothing until It catches you. Please go! Get as far away from here as you can! Run away!I don't belong here. Black of night, maybe very early morning. It’s impossible to determine when exactly. The forest. Stretching conifers and pines far are seen in every direction, a verdant expanse of evergreens, most so tall they threaten to break out into space. Wind lightly pushes their branches up and down, left and right. Le...
Submitted to Contest #294
Lazy RiverI am a ghostDrifting down an endless lazy river,To frontiers unknown.I bob and nod and list,Moving slowly in the warm pool water,Up and down and up again.There are others with me in this lazy river, Other ghosts, in innertubes, Clutching sweating metal soda cans.Ghosts lacking direction or destination.They are blind to everything around them.They stare out at nothing and no one.Nothing and no one stops our journey To frontiers unknown.I struggle to stay above the water.To stay in the air.To stay breathing.To stay ali...
Submitted to Contest #291
Night-time. The forest. Somewhere on Earth. Somewhere on earth. It is tranquil. The animals that wander this place by day have withdrawn to their burrows and their nests. Most are asleep. They’ve been having busy days recently; it’s hibernation season soon, and they’ve spent much time preparing- stockpiling food and insulating their dens. The nocturnal animals silently wait for prey to scurry past. It is any other night. Until a sound. An unusual sound. A sound foreign to this setting. A light thudding that slowly grows louder and loud...
Submitted to Contest #279
Q: When will the world end?A: Sooner than you think. The worst part about the end of the world was how suddenly it happened. The end didn’t come the way most people expected- a slow, painful death to climate change or nuclear war or any other long-lasting issues. The end of the world was out of everyone’s control, coming impulsively and devastatingly. One day the world functioned as it had for millennia and the next it’d gone kablooie. No psychics (not even the highly-rated ones), no AI supercomputers; no one and nothing saw it beforeh...
The Playground I don't remember much about my childhood. The first third or so of my existence is shrouded in a haze occasionally broken up by flashes and flickers of remembrance, small hardly-anythings that barely illuminate the darkness of forgetfulness. But there is one thing I remember with crystal clarity, that I continue to treasure; when I first met my best friend. We met at a playground in an older part of town, an area once wealthy but had long since fallen on hard times and had been left almost completely abandoned. Empty houses an...
Submitted to Contest #257
Society Snakes: A DramaThe cast of CharactersNarrator: The Narrator. Super smart, intelligent, and a genius. Georges: Just another kid who caves into all social norms and is a part of society. Secretly loves potato knishes. Mr. Society (“Steve”): A 73-year-old man who is infiltrating the school to make sure that the #wearing_a_ponytail_and_bullying_anyone_who_doesn’t_challange trend he created is working, which he uses to mind control society and take over the world.Zoey: A girl who is uncomfortable with her friend's nagging t...
Submitted to Contest #253
The Window-The downstairs window is the only view to Outside. It’s small and square, and a white crack Spiderwebs near the top. The window’s image is a street, Curving out of frame. Houses and trees line the street, but since it’s winter right now the trees are barren. There are other windows in our house, But they’re covered. Blinds down, nailed shut. I asked Mom once why all the other windows were covered. She responded that it was for invisibility. She never expanded. But I’m sure it’s for good reason. Mom would never do anything bad. I k...
Submitted to Contest #216
The hitchhiker stood firm on the side of the poorly kept desert road, his left thumb stuck up at an almost unnatural angle. In his other hand, he held a piece of cardboard that had Phoenix written crudely in black Sharpie. Behind him, a mile away if not more, was the town of Las Vegas, the neon lights from the city barely visible from where the hitchhiker was stationed. As he patiently waited, the hitchhiker tried to think of how he had ended up here, why he would have ever wanted to go to a place that somehow would make him poorer, but his ...
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