Justin Dyer

“Always a Catch” by Justin Dyer

“So, what’s the catch?” Linna tossed the loose bangs of her deep purple pixie cut from her hazel colored eyes, which stared intently at the woman across from her. The woman, Allie, was smaller than Linna, with a tight braid of her brown hair spun into a bun on the back of her head. Her gray eyes met Linna’s and she smiled with a shake of her head. “Ms. Linna, there isn’t always a catch. I assure you, the job is ...

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“Last Breath” by Justin Dyer

The man had fought his entire life for everything he had, and he hoarded it in his home greedily. Only he knew the maze of the collection of his history. When a fire sprouted from an unfortunately placed - fatefully spilled - glass of water while he was sleeping peacefully, the fire department couldn’t find their way to him. It was here that he drew his last breath. Her life had been joyous. She was beautiful, s...

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“Liquid Fire” by Justin Dyer

Submitted to Contest #143

The clouds are alive. They ebb and flow, and shift their shapes according to the world around them. They can gather to become one, or wither away into whisps. They experience emotion, crying large, powerful tears, or roaring in anger, ripping strikes of lightning up from the ground in a fit of rage. Clouds offer respite from the beating sun, shielding you from the heat with their own forms. Sometimes, they let the...

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“Rose in the Dark” by Justin Dyer

Submitted to Contest #92

"Sheeeeesh," I heard for the thousandth time coming from my sister's cellphone. It was Saturday, and the two of us were cooped up inside. Mom had been called into work, so we decided to waste our days away playing on our phones. My phone dinged, letting me know that I only had five percent battery left, and I groaned, "Hey, Hannah, you done with the charger?" She murmured a reply I couldn't quite here, so I spoke ...

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“Sleep Among the Stars” by Justin Dyer

Submitted to Contest #62

The tone began to sound through the waiting halls. Gerald had tucked himself away in a darker corner of corridor 16C, further away from his housing unit than he'd ever been. It was a day that he'd been dreading since his first learning of it in elementary classes. Dark and terrifying to most, Gerald had been using his time - and his loneliness - since then to prepare himself for it. The generation before him was...

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