Corbin Sage

“Part One- The Siren's Trade” by Corbin Sage

Ice floated past me, bumping gently into the sides of my boat. My shivering did nothing to slow the rocking that the frozen chunks encouraged, and water sloshed over the sides to pool around my leather-clad feet. In my lap, I held a covered basket that was damp despite my best efforts to the otherwise and adjusted my earplugs impatiently.  Suddenly, the rocking slowed and a face appeared above the side of the boat. It was framed by flowing ghostly blue hair that hung from their head like icicles.  "T-took you long enough." I shive...

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“Twin For Now” by Corbin Sage

Submitted to Contest #85

Mention of death, killing, etc Linn had two hours before she had to kill herself again, but she couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t the inconsistent, wavering glow in her room, since she had gotten used to the flickering light of the fire that was burning outside her window. It wasn’t the feeling of anticipation and fear in her stomach, since she had slept with that multiple times before, and couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t feel that uneasy flight-or-fight ball of nerves.  It wasn’t the fact that she wasn’t tired. The bags under her ...

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“The Ferryman” by Corbin Sage

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Your eyes open slowly, taking in the grey, ashy landscape around you. Your head is pounding, mimicking your heartbeat, which is steadily thumping at a calm pace despite your confusion and panic. You stand up. You notice that the ashen earth is actually thousands of flowers, wilted and flaking by the second, and pick one. It falls apart in your hands and becomes swirling sooty fragments that nestle in your hair. One floats away, shifting to be yet another spot in the pale sky. You start walking in a random direction, hoping you can find someo...

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“Bracelets” by Corbin Sage

Submitted to Contest #84

September 28th, 2015 I slumped against my chair, wearily rubbing my fingers. My desk was covered in bracelets, grouped together or strewn randomly across the light brown exterior. Not that you could see much of the surface since I had been up all night, stringing strands together, twisting the strings until I thought my fingers would bleed. As the night had progressed, it was less about making the colors look good together and more about having something to do with my hands, with my mind. A ring sat buried under a large pile of cut string...

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“Emmett” by Corbin Sage

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Simon slipped in between the closely packed bodies, careful not to mess up his suit. He murmured an apology as he cut through the middle of a group of ladies who were chattering with full mouths and brushing crumbs off of their dresses. They insisted that it was no problem at all, and complimented him on the party, and the cookies, and his suit. He nodded awkwardly before they could continue, and excusing himself, found his way to a clear spot by a wall.  ¨Better grab a cookie.”  Simon started as a girl appeared by his side. She ...

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“Heart Made of Shadows” by Corbin Sage

Part 2 of “Tattoos Made of Moonlight”. I would recommend reading them in order, but you don’t have to. Kira stared at the girl in the road. Her dark skin was cut through with swirling silver lines, which were mirrored in her chocolate eyes. Her hands had fallen to her sides in shock, so her backpack slipped down one shoulder. There was a faint light surrounding her, the same color as the designs on her skin. She didn’t seem to notice the shades that surrounded her. Every so often one would try to touch her but would jerk away as if burned...

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“Tattoos Made of Moonlight” by Corbin Sage

It had been 38 days since the last siren sounded. Most likely there was no one left to sound it, Maia thought, as she scaled a hastily built brick wall with ease. She perched at the top of the wall to survey the area.  The neighborhood was almost entirely rubble, vacant buildings slowly crumbling into oblivion. The wind whistled through open windows, and the smell of death presided over a hint of moldering garlic. The road that ran through the lines of homes was gravel, and it bore the footprints of frantic people, probably hoping to f...

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“Song of Lies” by Corbin Sage

Words could make you feel small, they could make you cry, they could damage you beyond repair. They could weave their way into your brain until they were that all you heard, a constant chant telling you that you weren’t good enough. Words had the power to knock down armies and topple countries. But I had never before felt words hit me like daggers, tearing me open and leaving a wound that would never heal. “I’m sorry, Lora, I had to, don’t you see?” Delilah moved to grab my hand. I yanked it away, feeling a twinge of guilt that was quickly ...

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