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Submitted to Contest #265
My mother was always trying new things, and that meant that I, her only son, must also always try new things. Unfortunately for me, these were things she selected, and rarely did I get any say in the matter. So, during the summer of the sixteenth year of my existence, I was to spend time away from our home in the city, away from everyone and everything I’d ever known, and live with my grandparents. Live in some tiny little town in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by miles and miles of nothing but nothing, filled with people who have no know...
John found himself standing motionless, in what he could only describe as white nothingness. Maybe I had a stroke, he thought. Maybe I’ve been taken over by AI, and I exist only in a world of electrons and protons. Where am I? He wondered. “Hello, can anyone hear me?” he called out. “Yes,” someone said behind him. “Turn around and look at me, you imbecile.”John turned and faced a large man with thick white hair and a long, unkempt beard. He sat behind a wooden desk and peered threateningly down at John. On the desktop stood a bottle of cherr...
Submitted to Contest #246
“Yay! It’s all fun and games when we dance in front of the window!” Rose exclaimed as she leaped joyfully in front of the living room window. Twirling and hopping, she was in her own alternate universe. Her long hair was flying wildly everywhere, until she happened to glance outside. She quickly stopped and stood still, staring intently at what looked to her like a baby carrier. “Hey mom, I think I see a baby at the end of the driveway. There’s a baby basket!” Rose’s mother, sitting at the kitchen table reading, didn’t move. She kept her hea...
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