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Weekly Contest #356
Soot fell from the sky as the heat subsided. It fell upon his cheek as if the sun had radiated against his face, but was slowly pulled away, the callous temperature fading into moderation. Fog from heavy breath escaping lungs that barely avoided being filled with the sticky life essence that courses through most living things wafted from his lips. His body ached from head to toe, every muscle strained to its limit, pulled like a marionette conducted by battling puppeteers, until the strings snapped and his wooden body was cracked and left in...
Weekly Contest #206
Why bother going on? I ask myself that question, every day. I imagine what those around me would say. My mother would say for family. My father would say it was his duty. My sister would say for love. My grandfather would laugh, and say it’s a damn sight better than dyin’. Can’t say I’m too sure anymore. Ken glanced over the map spread out in front of him. Scratches and scribbles covered the worn paper, tracking his movements. He studied his path so far. He had cleared a decent portion of the inner streets, the only areas left to check the ...
Weekly Contest #158
Miriam pushed her way through the thick brush, stepping through the overgrown greenery. The sun was hidden in this place, the trees growing so tall and full that only tiny scraps of light penetrated the forest floor. Miriam continued forward, brushing her bandaged hands across the massive trunks of trees, feeling the depth of their bark, a sense of history emanating from them. She placed her feet carefully with each step, trying to avoid any small plants. She continued like this for some time, until finally, she broke into a clearing. She pa...
Weekly Contest #116
Anri stood in front of the coffin. The catacombs she was in was one where important citizens and heroes were buried. She read the words on the coffin again. The letters formed into a name. Dorman Kaz. Anri stared down, remembering Dorman’s tenacity, his unique way of living. She shuffled her feet, a feeling of nervousness washing over her. She glanced around the crypt, to reassure herself she was alone. Dim torchlight lit the stone room. The walls had slots carved deep into them, each with a casket planted firmly within. Each casket was beau...
“You ever just, reached out to something, just for the sake of touching it? Just to know what it feels like. To feel your fingers running over the surface, feeling the texture, the firmness, the structure of it? How nice. Have you ever thought of just how much our fingers do for you? They just might be the hardest working part of the human body. You use them to eat, brush your teeth, dress yourself, turn on a fan when it’s too hot, shut your door to give yourself some privacy. Flip a page in a book, type on a computer, open a door. Shake an ...
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