Sirius Pureza

“The Deadliest Dinner” by Sirius Pureza

Submitted to Contest #100

They each pulled out our respective hip flasks because they were both smart enough to know the other would try to poison the other’s glass. He winced at the heat of the drink; he would not add any ice cubes from the vending machine to his plain water- filtered and scooped up by him- because the ice cubes would certainly be poisoned, wouldn’t they? He definitely wouldn’t put that past his arch nemesis. His dagger lay under his napkin, and there were blades sheathed in both of his ankles. A belt around his waist held yet another blade for saf...

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“The Shaking Sun (According to a Survivor of Invasion I (The Full Account of What Happened))” by Sirius Pureza

I looked out at the sunset, relishing the days of peace that embraced our planet. The golden buildings were silhouetted against the sky, creating a sort of otherworldly golden glow that seemed to encompass the entire world in that moment. The sun was just setting, for more than the hundredth time this year. It was summer sunset, a peaceful day, and, after 14 hours, the sun was finally setting. It had been a long day. Not only literally, but metaphorically. Summer had started at 11:32 AM and almost everyone rejoiced at the season made for soa...

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“Never Let A Frying Pan Near Your Head” by Sirius Pureza

Submitted to Contest #96

It’s a very good idea, to be sure.  A very wise idea.  One that I did not take into consideration as the cook of the house creeped toward me with the frying pan. She had not let me in; in fact she had been very much against it. But the owners of the house didn’t want to be fried themselves by Zeus, so they let me in. Thanks to them, I was in this terrible house.  They let me in, but they wouldn’t let me out. Never, in a million years, would I have asked to come into this house if I actually knew what was inside. Like many othe...

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“The Apprentice's Dilemma” by Sirius Pureza

Submitted to Contest #95

Aurora trudged up the slope, pulling the all too light wagon of clay up towards the Potter's house. How much could one block of clay weigh? A lot, a tiny voice in the back of her head said. You shouldn't have done that.It was no use telling Aurora that now. The Potter stood in the doorway, watching her skeptically as she did all his dirty work for him. At least she had been somewhat clever. She hid the empty gap on the bottom of the wagon since the clay generally tended to stick together, it wasn't vissibly noticeably. She quickly adjusted h...

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“The Raging Thunder” by Sirius Pureza

Submitted to Contest #94

Ari stared at the watch on his arm that didn’t exist.  Footsteps echoed in the hall to the right. “Oh good, Festo.” he said to his friend. “Ready to put the… sample into Frederick’s office?” The sample was a bit of dung that they had gathered from outside in the 30 minutes of sunlight that they were allowed to get every day. The thirty minutes… inside the barbed wire… with nothing around but grass. Expecting to hear his friends’ familiar chuckle that sounded like a strangled pig, Ari was surprised when nobody responded. The footsteps...

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