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Submitted to Contest #78
“So we’ll create the world and then I’ll build a house for you and put the chest in it so that you can have all the supplies you need, ok?” Ethan was sure that this would be enough. After all, the last time hadn’t gone well because of a lack of supplies. “And then you can create whatever you want, and I’ll give you the armor that you need to fight off the monsters so you don’t die and lose everything.” It probably should have been enough, but somehow, Ethan hadn’t broken through. “Mm kay” came the reply. Ethan scrunched his eyes and ...
Submitted to Contest #77
Rest. He had been saying that he wanted rest for years. But now, now that it was in front of him, he felt restless. His eyes searched the regular repeating lines of the horizontal logs that made up the cabin wall - looking for something to occupy his mind. His gaze rested on an old poster, hung under a pair of cross-country skis that paralleled the sloping ceiling - implied motion. The happy, illustrated faces of the skiers felt distant in time and disposition.His phone buzzed in his back pocket, but when he reached for it, it wasn’t th...
Submitted to Contest #76
“Not that way - the water’s too rough. Cut a little to the right and we should be able to make it between the logs.” “OK.” “There we go. Should be smooth at least to the next bend.” “Yup.” “Ted?” “Mm hmm.” “Ted...what are you thinking about? You seem lost.” “No...I’m right here. Just soaking it in. It’s good to be on the river again. Sun’s finally out, birds are singing.” “It is nice. But are you sure? It’s just felt a little tense since we left.” “Hm. I suppose. You sure you want to do this? It’s a mighty fine day out here...
Submitted to Contest #75
The third beer is usually the one that does it. Do you like to drink? I used to have a taste for beers...funny to think that now. I think porters were my favorite. Those or stouts. A fresh draft of an oatmeal chocolate stout. I remember a good one in that bar down by the railroad tracks back home. Maybe the best drink of my life. Maybe it was the company. I dunno. It’s been a long time since I’ve drunk for flavor. I suppose I miss tasting the carefully brewed creations - someone’s special craft. But I drink for the alcohol ...
Submitted to Contest #74
9:59:52 AMThe story had begun, but she didn’t know it yet. A latent pain, hidden these past six years would finally begin to find its resolution in this very second.Curious, how something so significant can go unnoticed at the moment. But for now, she was only aware of the sound of the lo-fi jazz in her headphones. Her soundtrack for the drizzly day muffled the bus noises. The thick bassline gave momentum to the drone of the slowing wheels on the wet asphalt below her. The vague figures outside only giving hints of who was there with ja...
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