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Submitted to Contest #240
Faylin brushed aside his dark unruly hair as a gust of sea filled wind threatened to knock him over. He looked over as the first mate shouted over the chaos flooded deck, taking the captain by his shoulder as he repeated his question. “What are your orders Captain?” But the captain stood, frozen with fear as he watched the black and red sails descend upon his ship. “I’ve done my duty” The Captain mumbled over and over, praying to whatever gods hadn’t abandon him. Briggs staggered back in disbelief from the man he once respected, seeing...
Submitted to Contest #238
Charles Buckner had lived a life full of adventure, had known great victories and heart breakingly more defeats. He had seen men so courageous that their stories would live on for generations to come. He had loved only one woman his entire life and it was to her that he owed his many great victories. But as Charles walked down his driveway and opened the mailbox his heart stopped when he saw a letter from someone he had not thought about in a very long time. In a daze Charles limped up his driveway, past the confused look on his wife’s face ...
Submitted to Contest #237
“Are you ready for this?” I looked over, putting the car into park. Lily gave a half nod as she held her purse on her lap like a shield. She smoothed out her coat and checked her makeup in the dim light as she pulled down the mirror. “Relax, it'll be fine, my older brother is bringing his new girlfriend to Valentine's dinner. So at least we will all be uncomfortable” I chuckled trying to lighten the mood and was rewarded with a pointed stare. I subtly checked my pocket for the ring and smiled knowing tonight was going to be a good night.&nbs...
Submitted to Contest #236
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, my mind raced as I tried to grasp on to the last straw of my sanity. Hesitantly I flipped the newspaper over, baffled that it was on actual paper. My heart stopped as I read the date Sept 14 1994. Wary glances were cast my way as I tried using my finger and thumb to zoom in on the newspaper to look for any sign this was a practical joke. I found nothing, except a blackened thumb and index finger. Cold sweat began to pour down my back as the store's patrons stopped to look at me. “You alright kid?”...
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