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Submitted to Contest #291
Sarah had no one to talk to beside Uncle Robert. She came home after experiencing the usual in school. Two new students had seen the potential in her and poked at it when they saw her during lunchtime. The girls asked about her home life, and when she didn’t reply, they came up with their own conclusions. Frustratingly, they guessed right every time. It was like they knew where she lived and what her relationships were like. Today, they brought up her mother, and asked how much alcohol she had consumed since yesterday. That question fueled h...
Submitted to Contest #253
When Wilhelm realized he could pause time, he only had a five-second window to act. The enemy infantry cut down his door and surrounded his family. A soldier plunged his sword into Wilhelm’s direction, in range of his eyes. And it was then that time stopped. His heart clambered his throat. Was that how his power would enact, when he was most vulnerable? As that single thought crossed his mind, three seconds had already passed. It was now either his wife, Lenora, or his two daughters, Rebecca and Amanda. Pushing the blade of the sword that co...
Submitted to Contest #251
When Isabella was young, she regarded the kingdom’s soldiers as heroes. Now, she regarded them as the true enemy. That didn’t mean all soldiers from the forces were cruel, because her father, Eli, was a true hero. For fifteen years, he had gone missing. Isabella had asked neighbors, relatives, or even a soldier that felt generous enough to answer questions from a little girl. No one knew where he was. But, perhaps, could the Chamber of Ages tell Isabella where Eli went? A book in there documented every soldier who had served in the kingdom. ...
Submitted to Contest #250
Finally, Agent Wayne got him. He had rested a small chip with a microphone into the man’s suit pocket while he ventured into the New York City hotel. The hotel had scheduled an international art’s exhibition, and the man inside had three art pieces with him. He had stolen all three. The IRS hadn’t heard from him in years, yet, here he was, wearing a fancy suit like he owned a billion-dollar company. An organization of his had helped him with his thefts, and, if he won the exhibition, that would spread the word about his rising ‘’stardom’’. U...
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