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Submitted to Contest #60
Kaz and Gabriel are special. Not really, truly, special, in the grand scheme of things, the way some people are so important. No, they aren’t important. They are, however, special. They are unique, because despite everything, they are still Kaz and Gabriel. Nobody can stop them. They are sitting on the roof of Gabe’s building, the high metal skyscraper his parents had raised him in, before they were all gone. The water, murky and torrential and harsh, roils below them, turbid and almost attractive, trying to lure them into the drowning de...
The Alister twins sit in the forest. They are waiting -- there is so much waiting, these days. Azzie is glaring at the map she holds, location scrawled on it in ballpoint pen. She seems to hold the belief that if she gives the map one of her patented looks, it will suddenly begin to make sense. Jesse is leaning against the same boulder as his sister, shoulder pressed against hers. They look almost the same, as if any onlooker (gods help them, the unlucky onlooker who stumbled into that forest) is seeing double, but Jesse is faded like an o...
The darkness has fallen. It had fallen long ago, really. It first came years ago, when the creature nobody could see arrived. It was there, they knew, lurking in the shadows, forever unseen. It was larger than they had imagined, as large as the world itself, and it came with its gaping maw as it descended on them. It howled, a noise that sounded like wind, just on the edge of hearing. Its mouth was studded with black shifting teeth, sharp and unyielding. It sunk these daggers into the world, surrounding them in chilling,...
It feels as though the air is aflame, fiery ash and burning rubble. Burning like all the towns before had, all the towns built tall of wood and stone, trapping the heat until it finally combusts and destroys all it can. The sun blazes cruelly overhead, and all he can think about is the towns he passed and left behind, many years ago.There is this buzzing in his ears, an unending and crudely vibrating hum, an aching and dull roar of an engine trapped behind his eyes. He can no longer think, breathe, move. He lies in the dirt, arm thrown over ...
Submitted to Contest #59
James Ash walks into the dark town late at night, the lone traveller awake in the sleepy darkness. His car is left on the side of the road, not quite a mile from the town. There is a lighter tucked in the pocket of his worn coat, metal warm and buzzing under his grimy fingertips. His eyes flicker black as he passes under the lamppost that stands outside the market. He stops, cocking his head to the side, as if he heard a voice that didn’t make it all the way to reality. He stops outside the market, and he waits. In th...
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