Théia Maxon

“Monotonous Work” by Théia Maxon

All Hallows' Eve is a night that I dread. Oh, don't get me wrong, the tacky decorations are fine. The hyperactive sugar crazed children are avoidable and while I sometimes do have to deal with a drunk idiot accidentally stepping into the Second World all I need to do there is give them a good scare and they usually find their way back home. No, I don't particularly give a damn about the human traditions o...

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“The Right Question” by Théia Maxon

Submitted to Contest #103

Rain thundered on the deck of the boat as the waves slapped threateningly on it's creaking hull. The sky was covered in dark clouds and the air thick with electricity. All around her, Yana could hear the shouts of sailors as they scrambled to battle the storm. She was soaked to the bone, cold and shivering, the salt water arching up into the air and spraying into her face. She would be much safer going below deck, she ev...

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“Agoraphobia ” by Théia Maxon

Submitted to Contest #93

If Ethan knew one thing it was that he didn't like crowds. The noise was always just a little too much, the people just a little too close their smiling faces, flashing teeth. Grating laughter. It made him feel on edge and out of place, and the bright flashing lights, and whirring of the carnival rides didn't help either. Everything was so bright, the colours so in his face. He couldn't understand how anyone could enjoy this for long periods of time. Ethan himself had only agreed to come along because his boyfriend had really wanted them ...

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“The Manor” by Théia Maxon

Submitted to Contest #92

The Manor is a foreboding place, three stories of dark grey brick choked with vines and age. It sits on a hill just outside of Willsborough and has been left abandoned for over a hundred years. Yet somehow the only clear signs of its age are the plants that threaten to overcome it and the outdated architecture. It is not crumbling or damaged. It stands proud and strong, with rows of darkened windows, not a single one sho...

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“The Library ” by Théia Maxon

Submitted to Contest #91

Shay was sitting head in hand, absently leafing through the book set on the table in front of her. Her mind no longer active enough to study and she wasn't even reading anymore just staring and the blob of words that had merged together on the page. It was getting late and most people would have headed home by now but not Shay. She was sitting in her local library, a place she had found herself more and more in recent ti...

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“Price of Life” by Théia Maxon

Submitted to Contest #88

Nelaryn knew what they had to do. With each step they took thought the green, their pain grew deeper, clutching at their bones and seizing their heart. With each breath they felt as though the world pressed heavier down on them and they wondered despairingly if they'd make it at all. They had been walking for days, getting weaker and weaker with each passing moment. Their burden lay heavy on their shoulders but they woul...

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“Never-ending blue” by Théia Maxon

Submitted to Contest #83

The water was cold all around them and it was all they had ever known. The deep dark ocean, the never-ending blue. It was home. They were floating, as they always were. Drifting aimless as life went on around them. A brightly coloured fish darted in and out of their vision, a dark figure spiraled into the distance calling out some beautiful song the echoed though the emptiness. Somewhere below them was th...

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