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Submitted to Contest #234
Glory Under Pressure By: Nathaniel Stiles “We have all the time in the world.” “What was that sir?” The youth’s face was marred with scars and cuts, some freshly bleeding. “We have all the time in the world,” Dersite repeated slowly, staring out over the carnage beneath him. Funny, how, when a person lives their life to the fulfillment of greatness, one overstep topples their reign like an ax to a sapling. To his eyes, the land itself bled from a gaping wound. To his ears, the land broke apart. To his body, the world stilled, holding its...
Submitted to Contest #233
King of Flames and Queen of Tides By: Nathaniel Stiles The sun beat down on Micah’s head, driving him to seek shelter. A rocky ledge looked to be the best place of survival for him, so he loped over and settled down numbly. Heat radiated from the ground in visible waves, and Micah knew instinctively that the temperature would not fall anytime soon. Water. He needed water. How had this happened so fast? Just days ago, he had been sitting comfortably in his house, eating chips and drinking Gatorade. And then the Firestorm. Water, he ...
Submitted to Contest #232
Whispers of Love and Flame By: Nathaniel Stiles Mom said she would be right back. She said that grownups were unaffected by the darkness. Kids, she would say, were eaten alive. Mashew sat by a dwindling fire, his body cold in the back and warm in the front. How much longer would she take, he wondered, huddling nearer the flame. The darkness was closing in as the fire died. It was his only protection. He scooted closer, practically touching the charred coals. Off to the side of him, a small stack of wood marked the only life r...
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