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Submitted to Contest #77
It was a bright day, straight out of a fantasy, with a sky that was a gorgeous cerulean with fluffy white clouds. The birds were chirping, and the sun was shining brilliantly. But there is no happy ending to this fairytale. It was almost ironic how such a beautiful day could follow one that made me lose everything. And now, even as I slowly get over the shock, I ask myself; how did I end up here? In this war-beaten town? Watching over a bloodied battlefield, hearing the ghosts of the lives lost in combat. How did I wind up here, staring blan...
Submitted to Contest #67
The stars really were bright tonight, lighting up the sky like flashlights in the dark. And Saika could never get enough of them. She just stared, wide-eyed into space, mind drifting. Someone’s silhouette, loomed over her, cause her to flinch away as they reached for her. They just shifted their weight from foot to foot, almost hesitantly. But they eventually stretched out beside to her, dangling their legs over the edge of roof. “Saika.” “Tieran.” She acknowledged with a slight jerk of her chin. “Where’s Archer?” “Snoring like a bear as a...
Submitted to Contest #57
The whir of machines drowned out when Kaleina felt her mind bend into impossible shapes and her body contort as they whipped her through time and space. The pain and pressure built up in her chest until she felt as if she would snap. But as she opened her eyes, all the agony had faded away. But it was almost immediately replaced by a heavy aching in her chest. Her golden-brown eyes flit across the empty streets which were abandoned. Blown to pieces and burned to the ground. But why? She found a poster of her face, Prisoner 567, cracked and d...
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