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Submitted to Contest #134
If you gaze hard enough, the cavernous ceiling turns into a sky of gold when the orb comes to our level—that’s what Uncle Nate used to say. When the warm light rose to the next level, the golden sky disappeared and the cloak of choking darkness returned. It leaves…like everyone else. The light was her companion like Ally was—was. Focus, Amalea flicked her skull. She extended the rusty telescope and searched the vast rooftops of the cramped city. Smoke rose from torn wooden and iron roofs and mild screams filled the metropolis; she bit...
Submitted to Contest #130
Khalon Arhaman gazed out into the lilac sky. Glittery diamond spires flirted at clouds, sparkling with lustful promises. The City of Mercury. The airship, the Enfant Pretentieux glided closer to the most famous city on the planet, and Khalon’s stomach lurched at distant sounds of glass clicking and people cheering to their safe arrival. I’m safe from them, for now at least. Maybe that’s why they kept their distance, deciding to whisper among their peers and giggle to themselves. Smooth-handed men and women in fine furs and fabrics whose step...
Rhett Rammy had been a CDL truck driver for four years. He’d seen all across the United States, all except for the frostbitten wildland of Alaska. Any place but that, he would think. There were barely any wandering folks out there, the last time he heard, no travelers using their own two feet and no explorers. There was one place he enjoyed the most, one place he figured through his tenure as a driver that always livened up his heart whenever he checked his schedule for a drop and hook: the warm southwest. He always found a treat out there. ...
Submitted to Contest #105
The familiar tingling in the base of his skull made Duncan sigh as he left the soothing waves of unconsciousness and awakened in the conscious world. He turned his phone alarm off and sighed as he quickly left his comfortable bed and headed to the bathroom. He stopped. He searched around his room, darting back and forth. He quickly shut the door to his bathroom then stared in the mirror. “What the-” He searched the empty space again. His curiosity grew as he brushed his teeth, put on his deodorant, clothes, then made it out of his roo...
Submitted to Contest #104
We were used to being unseen and if we couldn't be unseen, we’d damn sure find a way to right after. That’s why they called us “deterrents.” We were “deterred” from ever having a regular life again, from being anonymous like any other classmate, and omitted from ever not being known as the outcasts, freaks, and the notorious in our school. Our school. A school filled with only superhuman teenagers, hidden from the world, somehow, we became the outcast among the outcasts. They weren't expecting us though, that’s for sure. They weren't expecti...
Submitted to Contest #103
Your world is defined by the memories and places you have. Your very existence in this world by the people and institutions you have followed and who have followed you. That’s what my old college Professor, Professor Richards said to me. He couldn't be any more right. It took me a week to reflect on everything that led me to this point. From my urgings of my mother to become a doctor, to my kind neighbors intrigued that somebody that wasn't blue-eyed and blonde lived next door and always handed us cherry muffins nearly every week, all the wa...
Submitted to Contest #102
Could you please shut up and listen! It's hard enough to talk about this. I’m not one to...open up. I’m just going to get straight to it: you weren't the first to convince me to rebel Garrett. In fact, that happened long ago. Before I met you. The...what do you call it? The “seed” was planted way before. Just let me tell you where it all happened, when. Please, though, just shut up… It was three years before I met you. When I was still with the Regime, not running from them. To think, I blindly followed them like a little duckling, but I ha...
Submitted to Contest #101
The man gazed at himself in the dilapidated mirror in the rundown motel room. It was only thirty dollars a night, and although the man was well funded by his line of work, the childhood habit of being “money conscious” as his mother would say, still stuck around with him to this day. He caressed a rough calloused hand over his face, still smooth as always, no five o'clock shadow, no acne scars, and stubborn pustules like most people had. No, the man always kept himself clean, it was a ritual of his, before and after every woman he encountere...
Submitted to Contest #99
He recognized this place before. He felt it. The expansion in his consciousness, his mind reaching out into the empty space like radar under the ocean. He found it quite odd, after the gaps before his next sequence of dreams, the timeless skip before he woke up, and even just resting his eyes, did he find it all so familiar. The emptiness. There was no relation of the body, no heaviness of his eyes, nor the quieting of the stream of thoughts into silence. He was in the emptiness, yet he was fully aware, awake, and filled with curiosity as to...
It was June 20th when it happened. Remember that day Heidi? It was another day like any other. Heard that a million times though right? Thinking about it now, I wish it was. I wish we would have just continued walking from the park to my house, where we would finish the rest of the afternoon watching old VHS tapes while eating trail mix. Too bad that never happened. Even worse than that day, the world changed. This was harder than I thought. My therapist advised me to come to talk to you as it would be helpful, therapeutic even. Yet the only...
Submitted to Contest #98
The open-pit was the vilest, wet and pungent arena Garrett had been in, but then again, he wasn't really one to walk into flesh, tooth, and blood-spattered floors like these. Until today. To paraphrase the shaman Sagewalker, Garrett had to get out of his comfort zone and keep moving out of it until not even Victorious could take him to an element he wasn’t already acclimated to, and Garrett was learning about acclimation fast. He wondered whether it was because of his “accident” that gave him abilities, or the fact he hung around assassins, ...
Submitted to Contest #97
The stars were blinking in and out of the inky void of a sky. That was the first sign that something was abnormal. The dazzling specks of light were there, gone, then back again. For a moment, Garrett Thompson invited the thought that his last fight with that Brute gave him a concussion, but that thought was quickly put to the side, however, as though the small window, a whispering draft of cool wind crept into his nose, carrying pine and wet grass. Garrett relaxed as the familiar scent reminded him of simpler times. Times when he’d sit on t...
Submitted to Contest #96
It was mid-May in the town of Stoagtown, and that meant the spring festival was upon the small town of just nine thousand residents, proud men, women, and children who would celebrate their country’s day when they won the war and the whole of the earth changed. Kids were already painting their faces the classic red and black colors day's in advance and even parents started to hang up their stark flags and play oldies on their cassette tapes as the days went by further into a blur. Until that day. Elderly farmer Martin Hagen was the first to...
Submitted to Contest #95
The Characters are obvious nods to heroes... -------- He used to be indecisive. Not knowing whether to stop a museum fire first or catch the girl falling off the bridge. Either way, they both would be done, before the firefighters could turn to use the fire hydrant and before the girl had her regrets about her decision of suicide. Over time, however, that same indecisiveness was used against him. Many of his foes such as Wind Whisperer and Coal-Rush plots involved making the hero Micro-Second choose: the girl or the father. Both falling ...
Luna Whitemoon stood in front of the two doors. Both stood over ten feet tall and were made out of pure water. Shimmering waves of crystal clear blue shone on one, while dark, abyssal waves, with the rumbling of thunder, were the other. It appeared to be an easy decision. The clear one reminded Luna of her home on the small islands away from Falconus. She and her village always swam in the clear waters of a continent-less earth, as the warm sun sent rays of light into the sandy bottom of the oceans. Fish of illustrious colors dazzled under t...
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