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Submitted to Contest #61
Kat glanced over as the door opened, and her friend let himself inside. She had been expecting him, of course, and the door had been left unlocked for the sake of not having to get up to greet him. She was perched in her desk, which sat in main view of the TV, where the couch likely should have been. If she'd had any roommates, she was sure it was where the couch would be. But the couch was shoved under the breakfast bar, forgotten about until Daryl came over. “Welcome to hell,” she mumbled to her computer screen, saving and closing he...
When a person dies, there is no dramatic outtake of breath, or anything significant to mark their ending. They just stop. The air in their lungs, the beating of their heart, the thoughts going through their mind, they all just stop at once. That's how you know you're doing your job right. At least, that's what his master always told him. But it never feels right. It never feels like something that should happen, just because of him. But there's nothing to be done about it, now. The man under him is dead, and he slides his blade from hi...
The space a person resides in can be a perfect representation of the safe place within their mind. Every empty room is a blank canvas. One must merely be confident in their personalities, and embrace both their complexities, and their simplifies alike. It is not just reflected in the items that surround them, but the locations, and conditions in which they are kept. The living room is spacious for the small apartment, with a small sectional couch facing the mounted TV. The couch has clean, but unfolded laundry all across it. The small ...
Submitted to Contest #59
The highways had less and less people on them, and more and more horses, it seemed. It wasn't a complaint, just an observation. Twenty years ago, he'd bump into another traveler every season of the year. Now, people instantly whispered about the man who was traveling through on foot. They called their children back to them, and whispered to their friends when they thought he was out of earshot. He had lived on the road his whole life, and not once had so many people scuttled away from him so eagerly. A small stand was on the side of th...
He was soaked through the bone, his coat long since becoming ineffective. His voice had been shot for an hour, now, and yet he still called her name, hoping it would be carried to her. It was instantly eaten, deadened by forces far behind his control. A hand clamped his shoulder, and he spun to see his neighbor, and his friend, standing there. Her coat had long since become useless useless, too, and her long hair whipped at her face like a nine-tail. She had to shout just to be heard, despite her own voice being rough. “There's nothing...
The air was crisp, and cold, and reeked of fish, and piss. The people danced and flitted around him, pushing past rudely, without even a care in the world for who they bumped into along the way. Lord Pendragon had enough when the forth person in the last minute shoved past so that their shoulders collided. “Excuse me, but do you mind not being so horribly rude?” he demanded while brushing off his fine black coat, as though she had gotten it dirty The girl only gave him a confused and almost disgusted expression in turn. As if she had t...
A social race, shoved into a box, unable to make eye contact with each other, zooming through tunnels under their made up dwellings, so they could cross distances their ancestors would faint at the thought of. How natural was this? Were we really meant to be so cowed? So scared of our surroundings? The song on my phone changes. So does my train of thought. The energy drink is wearing off. The crash is coming. In about three hours, I would spiraling down for the evening in a chaotic roller coaster of broken philosophy I'm not smart enou...
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