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Submitted to Contest #60
When the world goes dark, no one thinks about anything except survival. I had always been the type of girl to be found lost in fantasy worlds. Books, movies, games, and even dabbling in some writing. It all filled my head with all sorts of unreal happenings, and left no room for reality. I didn’t mind. In fact, I preferred it that way. Reality is messy. Without ever really knowing what someone wants from you, or how they expect you to interact with them. Every situation is filled with choices that could potentially destroy your lif...
Submitted to Contest #59
Sometimes it's better to have been born and raised in a sleepy little nowhere, where everyone knew you and you knew everyone else. But whenever I fantasized about how nice it would’ve been to go waving a friendly hello to my equally friendly neighbors, reality always came and crashed those dreams. The gray and desolate surroundings of my youth never missed a chance to remind me that that wasn’t my life. We lived in a well populated area, but everyone was as poor as we were. No one wanted to bond over their lack of possessions. If...
*Authors Note: This story references two heroes from comic book universes. Pietro or Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver) from Marvel and Barry Allen (The Flash) from DC … “Breaking news, a giant space storm made of purple lightning and what appears to be a black hole protruding in the middle, is headed right for Earth. Grab your family and run folks, I don’t think there’s any escaping this one. Even our good friend The Flash can’t run the entire planet out of harms way…” I heard what the news said. There was no hope. The storm grew closer...
Submitted to Contest #55
“Can you keep a secret?” I was going insane. That had to be it. There was no other explanation. If it wasn’t caused by my nightmares that occurred every time I closed my eyes, it was sure to be because of her. At first, I thought she was some hallucination. Some waking reminder of those nightmares. But the car crash that took my daughter, Sarah, had happened over a year ago, and it wasn’t like the girl that appeared to me, in any way resembled Sarah. It didn’t make sense that these two things would be related. Besides, some nights were...
Submitted to Contest #54
The question that had just been asked to me was expected. I had prepared for this and knew exactly what I wanted to say. Even so, that didn’t stop the quickening beating of my heart, or the sweat from starting to trickle down the back of my neck. Monotonous faces of a monotonous audience glared at me under the pretense of promising not to judge, but stared longingly at me with judging eyes anyway. The spotlights of the stage felt like a microscope that enlarged my flaws, and I couldn’t sit far enough back in my seat to avoid them. Suddenly...
Submitted to Contest #53
The light from my phone lit up my darkened room as a text vibrated it’s way through, and I knew it was him. I didn’t have to look, I just knew. I had expected that sometime within the last six weeks, the time apart would have forced us to quit these nightly phone calls, or at least, that one of us would get tired of dragging out our impending first ever – get to see each other in person – meeting. I grabbed the little palm sized rectangle off my bedside table and read the message that said he would call in five minutes if I wanted to ...
Submitted to Contest #52
I didn’t want to go. I was scared. More than scared, I was terrified. Terrified because not a single person ever came back. There were no messages or contact from the ones that went before me. I had no idea what to expect, except that I would never see my family or friends again, and I would presumably be alone for the duration of whatever life I had left. It didn’t matter that I didn’t want to do this or that my fear overtook every other instinct. I was still strapped into this stupid rocket, hurtling towards the moon, with no way to be sa...
Submitted to Contest #51
A soft knock on my door interrupted the beginning of a fitful drift into sleep. They always showed up at night. It was odd that it people used the cover of the night, like they were hiding some secret, but I preferred it that way. Even though tonight would be no different than any of the others of the previous month, in that sleep would play an unamusing game of hide and seek with my unconsciousness, surely the wakefulness of sunlight, breaking in through the windows, would be a much better setting than what I could offer now.Kicking free of...
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