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Submitted to Contest #77
Delicate flecks of white hung motionless in the air, suspended in time. Reed watched as the icy clumps floated toward the ground, touching down on a soft, thick bed of snow. His nervous mother, always tuned into the morning news, said that it would flurry like this until midafternoon, bringing over a foot of fresh powder—perfect for Reed’s sledding trip with his dad.The car was warm and rumbling. Reed tried to relax the stubborn muscles in his jaw as his dad finished loading the trunk.After a few minutes of waiting, the driver’s door flew op...
Submitted to Contest #75
I’ve been alone for 30 years now. Well—30 years here, about three months in Earth-time. This crimson planet travels around its sun at a mind-boggling speed—3 days to make a trip around the sun as opposed to 365—but just like on Earth, you don’t even realize you’re moving. You can really only tell by the position of the sun, or the gradual movement of the stars in the night sky. I never really thought about how my home was just a rock floating through space until I landed here. - The first 15 years flew by. I had to familiarize myself wit...
Submitted to Contest #63
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I walked toward the nearest tree and flung the bottle onto the concrete at its base. The glass shattered and the bottle’s contents burst into flames, whiffs of sweet cinnamon overtaking the smoke for only a moment. A tendril of foul air slithered down my throat and I convulsed, overtaken by a coughing fit as I turned back toward the house. I slammed the door behind me, barricading myself from the growing heat outside. With the windows boarded up, the only light in the room came from...
Submitted to Contest #53
Just one lick, he thought.The dog sat in the corner of the room staring at the popsicle in his person's hand. The man was lying down with his eyes closed, and his hand had relaxed around the stick of the slowly melting treat, dribbling its sweet nectar onto the floor. He wouldn’t notice just one lick. The dog padded over with great stealth.Eyes still closed. Just one lick.Buddy kept his nose to the ground until the vibrant smell brought his face up to the man’s hand. He sniffed for a moment before giving it a gentle pass with his tongue, soa...
Submitted to Contest #50
She spent three days climbing the massive maple tree. She climbed in the rain, in the sun, and even at night, narrowly avoiding enormous cardinals and crows, hiding within the folds of the bark whenever the enemy loomed. Gusts of wind threatened to throw her from the tree a time or two, but she held tightly and persevered. After the long, tiring journey, she could finally rest. She perched herself on a high branch with plenty of wooded crevices in case the birds should return. The winged beasts would not likely be a problem, however, as th...
Shortlisted for Contest #49 ⭐️
It seemed like the old car had grown another inch last night. Arthur Jones had already tried to climb into the vehicle twice, but with no success. Gearing up for a third attempt, he gripped the steering wheel, planted his cane in the ground, and swung a leg up with feigned vigor. He failed to reach the running board yet again, so he sulked away, too breathless and defeated for another try.He trudged away from the car and sat on the bench that he had built nearly 20 years ago. The design was his own, made with thick oak legs and heavy sl...
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