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Bleary-eyed, a lone woman sat, barely focused on the endless pages that lied in front of her. Her hand moved nigh-automatically from one number to the next: circle, circle, circle, big X, little x, circle, circle, line and arrow, question mark, the word ‘why’ and finally a 65% with a big, red circle around it. ‘Good work.’Circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, really big X, circle, 90%.Circle, little x, little x, little x, circle, really big circle, long line and the words ‘you missed a step,’ 35%.The lone woman let go of a sigh, glancing u...
Weekly Contest #336
105 degrees out; 90% humidity; no AC until the bus arrived.It was a hoodie day.The streams of sweat that drained down the middle of my back screamed otherwise. The black hoodie, however, was the only thing I owned that made a semblance of fitting anymore. The wish, well, was much more than I had signed up for. It had worked so much quicker than I had expected, and the logistics of that were rather unfortunate.Don’t mistake me, however; I’m super glad about the wish. I wouldn’t change it, but, I mean, even just getting dressed for college was...
Weekly Contest #335
“A lovely morning to you, my good lady,” a ruby-haired woman said, bowing deeply to one of her guests, lace-gloved hand extended. “It is an honor to have you visiting our lovely home on this joyous occasion.” The flowers and petals on her dress shimmered and glimmered in the golden light of the evening chandelier.The guest, another woman, midnight dress swaying with her hips, ivory sash draped loosely over her shoulders took the proffered hand in her own. “It is always a pleasure, Lady Leaves,” she said, adjusting the raven’s mask about her ...
Weekly Contest #334
Onety One of Nocembuary -My dearest, Hally, the war rages on. The casualties continue to climb, and I pray every day that you are not among them. My goodest friend, Timothy, fell today. He is not dead yet, but the infection has festered and has already begun to spread to others. Our friends and family, all those who have fought alongside us, look to us now to hold the line. The enemy's attacks grow ever closer to our base camp; we are all that is left between us and humiliation of the next generation. I fear that if this conflict continues m...
Weekly Contest #309
Today was a charging and maintenance day. I’d parked TW, the majestic H30K custom Beetlebus, near the entrance of the temple of the 10 gods in Beran. Exhaust valves at each of the joints hissed and groaned as excess steam was forcefully evacuated from the pipes. I, a cup of their best coffee in hand, stood by, leaned against the wall and watched the priests and mechanics work. I hated letting others work on TW, but being cut off from the gods meant there weren’t much I could do about it. The priests, dressed up in their ceremonial robes, pra...
Weekly Contest #161
Something was wrong. I knew it the instant I planted my foot onto the arena’s glass floor. I knew as the feeling of chill dread strung itself through my spine and anticipation paralyzed me. Something was very wrong. I checked the tattoo on my arm. The glistening black ink read ‘3’—as it should. A wave of panic surged and my finger tapped against the side of my leg. I’d done that—no, she’d done that. Juniper Kima Prime had begun this habit as early as high school. And so, I did it too. With a clenched jaw and restless fingers, I f...
Weekly Contest #119
“Listen!” The word jostled Sofia awake. The forest, like a catacomb, enveloped them. Night had come, the world dark, only a thin sliver of moonlight cast a beam into the murky river at Sofia’s feet. “What am I listening for?” She thought to Hira, who paced nervously within Sofia’s mind, the tapping of shoes on a tiled floor echoing in her chambers within. “There was a rustle behind us.” Hira’s thoughts came across as a voice bolstered with the strength of motherhood: a role that had never applied literally, but one she had grown ...
Weekly Contest #117
The world was silent. Not in the absence of sound, but within the true silence that exists in the beauty of nature. A low hum of consistent static rolled through the streets, ebbing and flowing with the breeze. Passing through alleys and swelling over dusty park benches, ancient pages rose and fell. Swaths of dust swirled, carrying with them the quiet of simplicity. Leaves rustled and birds chirped, echoing melodies from eons past warped through the refrains of new generations.The ecosystem lived in a harmonious balance. Nothing disturbed th...
Weekly Contest #112
The atmosphere began to fall like rain, freezing the instant it splashed on the thick sheet of ice that was the vast Drekeln Plain. Sharp spines bloomed from the amorphous drops, glistening under the piercing light of the moon Ilbra. Stalking out from a cave in the side of Mount Drekeln, spyglass in hand, a figure, bundled in several layers of patterned clothes stepped out and peered over the edge of the precipice.“Find anything, Arlkna?” The gurgling voice of Brekten preceded the rhythmic shuffle of his steps.Raising her spyglass to her gog...
Weekly Contest #110
His name was Gerro. At least that was what the faded ID, hanging from his shirt pocket showed. He was short and bent with age; his large, leather pack, nearly bursting, cast its shadow over his frail body. “Come on in!” I’d told him. He stepped up the stairs and into my bus, then squeezed in behind me. The smells of lacquer, steel, and oil wafted as he passed, the familiar scent bringing memories of Trebin and its industry. It had been years since I’d seen a tinker, not with how easy power had become to harvest—even as the Gods tightened...
Weekly Contest #95
Janiss’ phone buzzed and she swatted at it with a growl. “No,” she told it as she stirred in her bed where she’d flopped only moments ago. “Go. Away.” Her phone buzzed again and she slapped her hand onto it, turning it on only to finally silence it. 3 new messages and 1 phone call. All from new numbers. “Hello! It’s nice to meet you!” the first one said. She swiped away the notifications. The others would just be more of the same thing. “Hello! Nice to meet you!” they’d start. She’d reply with “It’s nice to meet you as well.” Mostly be...
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