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Phillip Moore

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Against the Dome

Submitted to Contest #149

Gray tapped at his digital watch in vain as it flickered off. It was ironic, he thought, and perhaps a little cryptic that his trusty timepiece would die today of all days. He sighed, resting his chin on the butt of his shotgun as he returned his stare to the section of dome he’d been assigned to watch. It had been over six months since the domes—gelatinous-looking shadows which covered huge expanses of land—appeared. At first they did indeed resemble domes, enveloping entire cities and miles of earth in perfect circles. However, they had si...

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The Girl with Lightning Eyes Pt. 2

At the prompting of others, I have expanded this story into a part two. You can read part one in my submissions. Traces of her father’s electricity glowed like luminescent crackling residues only visible to her eyes. Thyra followed the trail left by Thor, the God of Thunder, disappearing in one lightning bolt and reappearing in another. Scenes of the world she had never seen appeared with each new manifestation. Riding the lightning was exhilarating, she thought, but then, she had spent the last two decades in a rubber room. Nonetheless, she...

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The Girl with Lightning Eyes

Submitted to Contest #55

She wore a rubber blindfold, melded and sewn into her face. The illegitimate child of the Norse god had eyes reminiscent of her father’s power. Though unlike him, she had never seen the cold and bitter beauty of the North. In fact, she had not seen anything since she was a young child. She had been scooped up by strange men in black garb and tormented daily by evil dressed in white for the past twenty years. She knew not who she was, where she was from, or even her name. The closest thing she knew to the embrace of a family were the cold hug...

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Targeted Mad

Submitted to Contest #55

“Can you keep a secret?” That was the question that started it all. I quickly clicked out of the dialogue box that had posed it upon my screen, but it was persistent. Another appeared, prompting me to answer the same question. There was only one option to click on; ‘yes’. I assumed it was the beginnings of a scam or some type of malicious software bait. Again, I clicked the close button on the window. My screen flickered and it returned to taunt me a third time. I squinted at it, mildly frustrated. “What the hell?” I asked aloud. I dragged m...

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Were

Submitted to Contest #54

The howl pierced through the biting cold, breaking apart the bitter stillness of the night. Ron sighed, he recognized her pain woven within the inhuman cries. He shook the light dusting of snow from his shoulders, stood up, and paced around the frosted pine he had chosen to wait for her beneath. The time was quickly approaching and he wasn’t sure that he was ready. He pulled his silver ring from his finger, kissed it, then gripped it tightly in his fist as he cherished the delay of the confrontation for as long as he could. He cursed the day...

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Droplets

Submitted to Contest #53

The droplets darkened, diluting as they pulled the ink from Melvin’s writing. He sighed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He crumpled the paper and tossed it over his shoulder. He fanned himself as he leaned back in his seat, gazing over his desk. The corn swayed in a gentle breeze beyond the glass, a deceitfully pleasant scene in the midst of the mid-August swelter. Still, he felt a compulsion to go bask in the peaceful illusion. He strained as he pushed himself up, gripping the chair’s arm tightly in his struggle to balance. He waved at...

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