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Submitted to Contest #307
The fire burned in his empty heart, and we, the voices, remind him how alone he really is. Trapped with nothing but his own mind to keep him company, and the fire to keep him warm.The flames were scalding around Damien, but he didn’t feel the heat in the way that one would expect. The fire brought energy to him, he needed it. As he arose from his slumber, he brushed the rocks from his pelt and began his journey through the Firey wasteland. The terrain was uneven and rocky, with some pathway through the flames. The voices started to whisper t...
Submitted to Contest #293
It’s like I’m starting over again, James thought to himself as he gazed out of the car window. I am Sisyphus. But I reached the top of the mountain only to find another that reaches steeper and higher. What then? What will happen when I reach the top? Will I ever see the view?“James? You still with us, buddy?” David asked as he tapped James on the forehead. “Huh? Oh yeah, I was just thinking,” James replied as he continued to gaze out of the window. The trees lining the sides of the road blurred if he didn’t focus on them. As the car zo...
Submitted to Contest #289
What does it mean to be broken? James thought to himself as he stared blankly at the shattered glass on the tile floor of his kitchen. I guess it just means that something can’t be fixed. As the sounds of the broom combined with the glass scratching over the tile, there wasn’t much going through his mind. Just making sure he got all of the damned glass off the floor. The damned glass. It just slipped between my fingers. Everything always feels like it’s slipping away, but this time, it actually is. Perspective is a hell of th...
Submitted to Contest #286
“I’ll never forget the days in the backyard playing catch with him, or the times we spent in the car on the way to school. It was such a long drive, but we always found a way to fill the time,” the speaker, a moderately tall man in an ill-fitted black suit, took a painfully deep breath to try and hide the shakiness in his voice. Oh, Dave. I can feel the pangs of sadness in my chest as I watch you suffer through this. The pain entered and left my husband’s eyes as he mustered up the courage to continue speaking at his father’s funeral. “...
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