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Submitted to Contest #154
Luci just wanted to go home. Volcanic ash rained from the sky and lava flowed freely less than a hundred meters away as she hid. Hid from the elements. Hid from her pursuers. Hid from her sisters. She could just make out the outline of her lab door about a hundred meters away through the thick haze that engulfed large sections of the island now. The fastest people on Earth could cover a hundred meters in less than ten seconds. She would have to be much faster at that distance to outrun the pursuit from her sisters and get to safety in ...
Submitted to Contest #119
“Listen,” Vicky said. The ultrasound technician moved the probe back and forth across Vicky’s abdomen searching the echoes for signs of life. The sonographer noted how calm Vicky was, focused even. Then she looked at Chad and saw the nervous wreck with a slight hint of perspiration peeking through his immaculately pressed white designer button down shirt. When the first THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP came rapid fire out of the speakers, he nearly dropped the light ring and microphone. “O-M-G! Isn’t that the most adorable sound you’ve ever heard?” V...
Submitted to Contest #118
I met an angel once on a brisk night in early November at a bar in New York City. I’ve never been a religious man. I wouldn’t even say spiritual, but after it happened I considered changing the way I looked at a lot of things. I knew it was the beginning of the end. Or maybe the end of the beginning. Guess it all depends on the perspective. Either way, the world hasn’t been the same since. I walked in to The Hemline around seven o’clock that evening and looked for a seat at the bar. This was usually a fairly busy time for the haunts of the F...
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