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Lily Quinn

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Weekly Contest #343

Cyrus let his cigarette fall to the ground, smoldering embers stark against the trampled grass. It sputtered out beneath the heel of his dress shoe and the weight of his grimace—muck swallowed the Italian leather whole, its ugly squelch reminding him what a shithole the Meadowlands were. Moonlight rippled over muddy rakes in the ground, laden with bullet shells and flecks of metal. Tips of knives. Shattered beer bottles. More cigarette butts. Marsh water lapped against all the discarded crap, dragging it deep into a rippling, shadowy pool. N...

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Woes of An Engineer

It took every ounce of Fabian Hausser's strength not to tear the newspaper into shreds. On its cover was none other than a beaming Shockwave--superhero celebrity and Fabian's mortal enemy. It sounded pathetic for a normal man to assert that a superhero was his worst enemy. It was equivalent to TV show viewers exclaiming that they hated a certain actor just because they could. Divided by a screen, unknown by the other. But it was true. There was no one in the world Fabian would rather see dead than Shockwave. Shockwave did not know Fabian. He...

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Out of This World

Smoke pooled from the inner section of the cockpit, dangerously blossoming against the glass window as if begging to be let out. There was a faint beeping noise emerging from inside; it grew faster with every moment I drew closer. I slipped my heels off to slide down into the small dent in the earth the shuttle made. There were no sounds of struggle. No banging against the glass, no hints of movement from within. Even if there was something inside, I was not afraid. I reached for the handles— —and instantly reeled backwards. My palms stun...

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The Edge of Glory

All I have to say is that it's Julie's fault. What's Julie's fault? you may ask. Just the fact she wasn't watching the road and then suddenly swerved when a deer bounded across our path. Now, that left our van teetering over the edge of massive cliff with no escape. One movement, one breath exhaled the wrong way, would send us spiraling into oblivion. The last people I would ever see were my bandmates. Julie, my sister and lead singer. Todd, my boyfriend and bass player. And Enrique, our drummer. Julie and Todd sat frozen in the front...

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A Pendragon for Your Thoughts

"This is incredibly boring," I said, throwing my head up to face the ceiling as Jason stopped at a table lined with antique vases. "Why are we here again?""Lou's car could be worth something, Dez," my brother replied, eyeing the closest one--it was made out of clay, and had pieces of iridescent glass cemented into its neck. "You think this one would look nice in the shop window?""What does it matter?" I shoved my hands in my pockets. "People show off their things to get on TV. This stuff probably isn't even for sale.""Stop being such a buzzk...

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Facades

*TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sexual assault*"...the captives have improved since we found them, but there are still multiple side effects of imprisonment that we should watch for," said the doctor to the table of her associates.David Hart glanced down at the notepad in front of him, scribbling down Stockholm Syndrome? in black pen. It wasn't often they were told to analyze patients, but something about the severity in the policemens' eyes as they arrived told the staff of Whitewood Hospital that this was no simple investigation. A series of...

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