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Submitted to Contest #171
Alexander trudged across the flat desert. Guided only by twilight, he was startled when he heard a call not far from him on his left. “Ahoy!” Alexander flinched and turned to find a large, vibrant tree there; under it a man was waving at him with both arms. Unsure how he had missed the tree, he turned to greet the man. “Hello,” he returned. “I am Alexander.” “Alexander,” the man repeated thoughtfully. “What is your name?” Alexander asked. “Oh, I go by many names,” the man said mysteriously, “but you may call me Ezuwë. Tell me, what brings yo...
Submitted to Contest #124
"I'm home!" Juan called to his wife, throwing his keys on the desk. Isabel came out of the hall. "Did you get it?" she asked, squinting her eyes in curiosity. "No." "They still won't promote you?" "Apparently not. I swear they like me where I'm at and as long as I'm there, they're not going to let me move forward. I'm sick of it!" After a short evening of silent brooding, Juan and Isabel went to bed. Suddenly, Juan woke up. He sat up and looked around. It was pitch black. He looked at his bedsheets only to find they weren't there. He w...
Submitted to Contest #68
“Are you sure?” the Younger asked quietly. His arms rested on his knees as he watched the sun slowly rise over the tops of the mountains, bathing the wooded valley and the lake below with its warm light. The older man breathed calmly beside him, rigid as the stone bench they sat on, yet at ease. “Yes, very,” he replied. The Younger clasped his fingers together and sighed. “Well, then I guess this is it?” He looked at the Elder, the Elder back at him. “There’s nothing I can say to make you reconsider, is there?...
Submitted to Contest #67
[40 tally marks] |||| |||| |||| |||| |||| |||| |||| |||| Day 40 Up 'til now, I'd only been keeping track of the days, but now I actually fear for my life. The ship is racing through space, even as I write this down. Ugh, I might get sick writing this. How did I even get into this mess? I'll tell you how! Sheer bad luck! But I have to write on the off chance this little journal survives me. Oh God, I would rather survive the journal! I don't even know how I ended up here. In this part of s...
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