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Submitted to Contest #307
The damn closet is glowing again. Not the friendly, 'left the charger plugged in' glow. A deep, pulsing purple throb, like a monster’s heart, holding James frozen, blankets pulled up to his nose.He struggles to keep his breathing under control. He had night terrors when he was a kid. He thought there were things under his bed with groping arms, things that wanted to pull him into the abyss.I’m a middle aged man. I’m not afraid of the dark anymore. The things in the dark though, oh boy, those are a problem. He steels himself. Maybe it’s an al...
Submitted to Contest #304
"Erasure demands a lifetime of rehearsal," Zora mutters, scraping grime off the memchip’s surface.She rifles through the box of memory chips. A waft of synthetic food oil curls into her nostrils. She swallows it and wipes her nose. The guy at the stall prods her. “Hey are you gonna buy something or just mix up the collection?” “You said: 50 credits for the box?” She eyes him. “I said 80, but whatever, just get out of the way. You’re hogging space.” He lets his fingers trace over his mohawk. “This aint stolen is it?” She knows better than to ...
Submitted to Contest #118
Necroby Francois van der MerweEverything is ready for the ritual. The bodies are stacked high in the garden shed. The eyes glow, putrid fluid pools on the floor. Magic grows in green swirls as words of mouth and twisting fingers pull souls from the abyss.Animated dead shamble towards the house.A dead soldier walks through the front door. Startled shouts and screams cut the night. People back up as plates crash to the floor.A man in dark livery climbs onto a table and knocks an arrow to his concealed hand-bow.“Reck!” someone calls.The arrow f...
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