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The Sands of Sa'arad

Submitted to Contest #8

"... 'And here the rising sun first touches the golden earth, and the glory of Zoltaeg, the Risen, still lives in the hearts of the people of bronze.'"The words were whipped away from him by the rising wind, and he sighed, lowering the tattered book in his hands with gloomy disdain. "I'm going to kill Wensley."Beside him, knee-deep in snow, a bundled figure coughed loudly into one heavy fur glove. "It's not - a-kaff! - all bad... I'm sure we must be close."But his words were lost on his companion, whose face had settled into its familiar "ba...

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Pondview, East Carolina

Submitted to Contest #8

adventure, noun an undertaking usually involving danger and unknown risks an unusual and exciting, typically hazardous experience or activity I never expected anything exciting to happen to me in the small town of Pondview, East Carolina, but with my luck, it was inevitable. Well, I guess my luck isn’t all bad, considering I didn’t die. An adventure seemed like something anyone would want when they were bored, but this kind of adventure was something nobody wanted. July 4, 3020 was supposed to be a day to celebrate our country. Instead,...

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Continuity

Submitted to Contest #8

Continuity   “ Chal beti lachhmi”, Chamcham invoked the gods and threw the flat pebble towards the fifth square. It landed pat in the middle…Gods were always kind to Chamcham during a hopscotch game! The rest of us stood surrounding the design drawn in mud, impatiently awaiting our turns.    We were a ragtag bunch of 8 – 10 year olds, barely dressed in bloomers and chemise. Most of us had escaped parental diktat on having a bath and sneaked out for a quick game. I had still not got a chance to play but there was no way I was g...

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The Abandonment

Submitted to Contest #8

We were left behind. Tragic, I might say, but we were abandoned. Something that should only happen in fictional stories that end with happy hugs, smiles, and gratuity to the Lord, but no. In a way, my life had become a fictional tale, told to little children in their quilted beds, rosy cheeked, pajamas on, minty breath, a faint golden light coming from their night lamp to provide light for the story. But no, we were truly abandoned. Perhaps I should start from the start. October 26, the day that we had left our small town, Aylesbury, for ...

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Princess Pirate

Submitted to Contest #8

As my eyes flicker open, I begin to cough excessively.“Cap, she’s awake!” A dark blur in front of me moves close. I attempt an escape by back crawling, but my hands begin to sting. I look down and see them covered in cuts and blisters. I move away from the salty sea, wiping my hands on my, sand sprinkled, plain colored dress.“Ah finally! Good morn’ Princess, come on with us!” Porina, their captain I meant briefly on the ship, before being thrown into a dark cell, demands. “Get away from me!” I hiss, as a familiar women hovers above me. “Why ...

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TRACY’S CAR BREAKS DOWN IN MERIDIAN, IDAHO

Submitted to Contest #8

Tracy pulled into a farmer’s driveway, coasting and freaking out. Her car had stopped running and her dad, just laid off, couldn’t afford this garbage. She was rolling and crying. Good thing the farmer’s driveway was so long.           Tracy thought of being broken down in Meridian, Idaho, population 2,000, and cried harder. She felt a slight bump and, belatedly, hit the brakes. She rubbed her eyes some and saw that she stopped with the front of her car on a locu...

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5 Lives

Submitted to Contest #8

Introduction 2128Day 179, The world. It was gruesome, filthy and crude. We had destroyed the world. Multiple world wars, disease and poverty. It was miserable for every human alive. We had to get off this planet; we would do anything.  But only the brave, intelligent, creative, and healthy could go. The smart, the ones that could handle pressure, make quick, logical decisions. I was in charge of the final test, to see if people were capable of being colonists. All you have to do is get captured by cannibals.  -John Williams&nb...

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The Death and Life of Moisha David

Submitted to Contest #8

"Moisha, keep close, don't stray too far," his father, Yosef David, said."I won't, Papa. Just going next door to the barber shop to visit my friend, Uri."Moisha and his father worked at the bakery in the Warsaw ghetto in Poland. His mother, along with all the other women, had been deported to a different settlement camp last month. Currently, the ghetto numbered about 60,000 Jews squeezed into a one square mile area.Entering Able's Barber Shop, Moisha was alarmed to see about thirty men jammed into the room, all armed with handguns, knives, ...

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Memories

Submitted to Contest #8

Looking Back Fog shrouded the island. Thick white haze, like a large wet blanket, was pulled over the entire chunk of land. He was not afraid, he knew he would eventually be back. Life had to go on, even if he did not. To him it seemed like years since he was on the island, but it did not matter. Time would not move without him, it waited for him to come back. Days, weeks, months, time would hold for as long as it had to. Like a worried father waiting up impatiently at the table for his little girl to come home from her first date. When he s...

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Desert Escape

Submitted to Contest #8

The sweltering heat made John sluggish, and it did not help that the sun's rays felt like the sting of being slapped on the skin. His water bottle was nearly full, but he did not account for the temperature to affect the liquid inside. He took a gulp and nearly spat the water out, it was boiling hot. He capped the bottle and proceeded east trudging over the sandy dune when he spotted another traveler. He hoped that he was not seeing things, and rushed towards the unsuspecting person.“Hey!” he yelled, waving his hand. “Hello.”The person stopp...

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The Adventures of Cane Greenwall

Submitted to Contest #8

Cane Greenwall’s reality came into existence at the exact moment his head thumped against the bottom of a raft. He attempted to stand, trying to gain his barring’s, which caused a loss of balance and resulted in a trip into a tepid body of water. Panicked, he swam back to the vessel and flopped over its edge. Taking a moment to breathe, he then propped himself up on his elbows. He saw nothing but barren sea around him. The ship he was thrown off was nowhere to be found.  Cane sat clutching his knees thinking about the mutiny that had ju...

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Morris Kuritsky breached in a berth with Miss Universe alias Hulk Helen

Submitted to Contest #8

This "FAKE" non existent author admits prevarication when he went figuratively, literally and need dull aye say more - metaphorically bobbin along while willy steamboat (housing him and other passengers coursed merrily along destination unknown. Hmm.. me thought maybe the outer limits of the twilight zone. Prosaic license blithely nudged, stitched, and wove upon the scantiest clad warp and woof. The threadbare (seam ming lee) believable swiftly tailored (harriedly styled) story predicated upon conjured paranormal phenomena points in one dire...

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Holding On

Submitted to Contest #8

Holding On Emilie M PryorThe day started like many others that August.  From below deck I climbed out into the salty air, said good morning to Dad, and hello to the captain.  Mom called up that breakfast was ready and we sat in the cockpit eating. Gulls swirled nearby. A light breeze pushed ripples over the slate blue surface.  Dad turned on the weather radio and we discussed the day’s plan. The marine weather forecast was constant presence when we sailed. Reporting was the same man with his monotone, almost mechanic...

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Prayers from a Cold Island

Submitted to Contest #8

The small tug boat lurches on the waves. The side of the cliff is shaking through the black rain. The first rock comes out of the water and splits the bow.“Wyatt! We have to make for the beach!” Wyatt can’t hear me through the rain. He’s somewhere inside. I’m out on deck. A wave pushes the remains of the boat into a rock shelf and we tip. I don’t have time to jump. The deck bucks underneath me and I shoot into the metal railings. They give way with a metallic crack almost lost in the thunder. I hit the water. I can’t move my arm. It’s shatte...

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The Island

Submitted to Contest #8

Mindy was having some hardship at home, so she decided to take her boat on a journey through the ocean in search of another land. She road the treacherous seas for many days and nights. She often wondered if she made the right decision.On the 4th day at sea she awoke to a crisp, beautiful, calm morning. She stretched and got out of bed, went to the deck and looked through her telescope. She saw an island dead ahead. She felt a turning in her stomach, and a lump in her throat, she was scared and excited. Mindy anchored her boat just off the s...

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