Vincent McDonald

“The Cluster Series - Part 1” by Vincent McDonald

Submitted to Contest #119

“Listen, alright? This is for your own good, Margaret. The only thing keeping them out are those stones encircling our farm.” He said, pointing to the long row of red stones surrounding them. “If we go beyond those stones, the creatures that live on this planet are liable to devour us . That’s our only rule.”  She looked at her father and thought about his words carefully. The only thing keeping the monsters of the Overflow from their land was a set of&...

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“Nasha (Unfinished)” by Vincent McDonald

An arid desert spotted with small shrubs, a snowy-peaked mountain valley, a small village cooking under the relentless heat. The people of the dry valley were strong willed, their faith in primeval Gods even stronger. Droughts were common here, yet, even during the driest of seasons, the fertile land allowed life to prosper. A new, young priestess covered in dirt and sweat finish...

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“Zombies!” by Vincent McDonald

Submitted to Contest #114

I deserved to be the first to die. The dead breached our walls and now roamed freely as members of my community ran for safety. I looked down at the bloodied knife in my trembling hands. Did I really just do that? I could hear people running wildly in all directions outside; their maddening screams as they fled the ravenous creatures made me shudder in horror. The barn that sheltered me was quickly filling with smoke, making it hard to breathe or&n...

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“The Ceremony” by Vincent McDonald

Submitted to Contest #112

There were three of them that led me to where I was meant to be executed. My arms were painfully outstretched as we walked. The dull, aching pain in my fingers was all that kept me sluggishly awake. I couldn’t move my upper body and didn’t even try. Two guards stayed by my side as we marched, both their hands on each of my limp wrists with an iron grip. The man who led us to the flood-zone walked with a ...

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“Blue Legacy” by Vincent McDonald

Submitted to Contest #111

Sweat was starting to collect on my shirt collar. My hands had a slight tremor. My legs were restless, my breathing shallow. My first time and my nerves were having their way with me. I was in his neighborhood now, eyes unblinking, parked about 60 feet from the front door. I watched in silence as the garage door opened, sat motionless as he pulled his new Escalade, the one with the recent scratches above the left rear passenger windo...

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“The Hitchhiker” by Vincent McDonald

Submitted to Contest #110

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw her. It had to be fifteen below zero outside, and there she was, shorts and a T-shirt, standing on the side of the road, barefoot, like some crazy person. At first, I thought she was frozen to death or something awful, because she didn’t move a single inch as my ol’ rig Lucille got closer. I told myself to keep going, told myself that this wasn't my problem, but I couldn't just leave her there. I came to a stop, rig...

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