Kurtis Leong

“CSS 45” by Kurtis Leong

Submitted to Contest #163

It wasn’t supposed to be this successful… The Duck Song: A multibillionaire company originally formed from the premise of a simple lemonade stand. It now stands as the omnipresent global empire for both wealth and complete control. Its customers, once a purchase has been made, will provide a complete vulnerability of everything within their life to the company. There used to be a way to prevent this, a w...

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“CSS 102” by Kurtis Leong

Submitted to Contest #161

CSS 102 A boy and his father, two walked down a hallway. A son and his dad, tiny fingers latched onto his loose grip. Innocence and experience, frail expression. Responsibility and burden. At just fifteen years of age, my father became known as "The Researcher" by everybody in the Submokitna. They called him a prodigy, a heaven-sent entity that toyed with...

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“Light” by Kurtis Leong

Submitted to Contest #153

The hair that drops beneath the world tree all eventually reaches the soil where the metamorphosis of life occurs. All made under the Rune of All Creation, the people of clay and mud were left with only their individual thoughts…and their individual lights. Throughout the paradise that they were provided with, some formed communities, some traveled on their own throughout the realms of the paradise, and some wanted to break free. One child of Heaven and light was chosen to end the choices of the people of clay and mud, to restrict their d...

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“CSS 3 + CSS 17 + CSS 35” by Kurtis Leong

Submitted to Contest #149

As directed by the set guidelines beyond the Limitless Anything, a random flicker of light shall occur, starting the second variation of the story that occurred in the transition point between both Realities. The Garden in the Bones, a place interlocked in a prairie between two tree-filled mountains, both drowned with the embers of nostalgia. A blurred memory easily rekindled with the stimulus of sight, ...

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“Home” by Kurtis Leong

The numbers on the elevator doors ticked down from the 6th floor. The entire chamber was filled with silence and the presence of a boy. The boy kept a stern grip on the handle of his carry-on luggage as he exited the sliding doors of the elevator into the main lobby and finally, out of the building for the very last time. His dead eyes reflected the empathetless emotions, not of remorse, sadness, or regret as he stared up at the blue moon whose brilliance dominated the night sky. As he stepped...

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