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Weekly Contest #189
Obedience peered through the chain link fence. It was something she had done many times before, but this time, it was different. This time, she was on the outside, looking in. Inside the compound, Isaac's People, her people, went about their daily tasks, each in their place, each a carefully positioned cogwheel in the Great Plan. They looked so content. Of course, they were the obedient ones, while Obedience, despite her name, had always struggled doing what she was told. She'd never been content to harvest the vegetables or care for ...
Weekly Contest #184
As they descended, Maggie stared blankly at the live video feed shining forth from the closed elevator doors, her permanent, slightly befuddled smile fixed firmly on her face. The feed showed The Button, gleaming under bright lights in it's carefully guarded lair. DO NOT PRESS! Seriously. This button will totes for realsies end the whole entire world! Maggie thought that the person who'd written the warning was trying too hard to convince everyone that it was a real danger. But, at the same time, it was exactly the sort of thing that the...
Weekly Contest #181
The camera flashed. Jade blinked, even though it wasn't pointed at her. "I asked whether you recognize the victim, Ms. Galloway," the Detective Chief Inspector said impatiently. "The body?" Amy. "No, no, like I told that policewoman, I don't think I do. . ." "Don't think you do or don't?" the DCI prompted. "Well, I haven't' looked closely. . ." Another camera flash. How many pictures of the corpse did they need? "Hm," said the DCI, unimpressed. "And why on earth were you all the way out here?" "I live in the woods--" "The woo...
Weekly Contest #175
Shay stabbed Azure's shovel into the ground with grim determination, but it was difficult to make any real progress with the rain beating down relentlessly, causing mud to slide back into the hole almost as quickly as she dug it. "This is ridiculous," muttered Azure, fighting with the second shovel. His second-best shovel, as he was at pains to point out. "All for a fucking tree..." "You have a better idea?" snapped Shay. There was still a heavy sadness sitting on her heart, but ever since their adventure in the forest, it had eased, imp...
Weekly Contest #174
Dr. Circe Adams paced back and forth, stalking between the lit and unlit parts of the lab, squinting every time she passed under the stark fluorescent bulbs glaring down from on high. The lights were unavoidable--this deep underground, natural light just wasn't an option. Technically, there shouldn't have been any unlit areas on the entire floor, but she was having to conserve her dwindling personal funds now that the last of her sponsors had ghosted her. "Just one more tweak, and we'll have it!” she muttered. “If they'd waited just a litt...
Weekly Contest #173
Susan clutched the soggy box in her hands as the rain beat down from on high. The colors in the cheap packaging were beginning to run together, blurring the words and the empty smile of the model on the box—a vapid white guy who looked like his top priorities in life were being right about everything and hitting their mansplaining quota before breakfast. Or maybe she was reading into his sneering smile. After all, it was what was in the box, not on it, that was the important thing. Although that wasn’t quite true either. The box containe...
Weekly Contest #172
The bag was pulled suddenly from her head, the hours of being jostled and dragged apparently at an end. She looked around quickly, her blinking eyes straining against the sudden light. Bright light. The sort of light one found in a televised trial scenario. "Anxiously, you stand accused of blatantly disregarding your birth name and fomenting rebellion in your peers. How do you plead?" The girl who was once named Anxiously smiled. This is what Curiously had prepared her for. ******************************* The day had started...
Weekly Contest #171
Eulasi emerged from the swirling black and purple void, tendrils of pure reality clinging to him stubbornly as he shook himself free of the sticky portal. "Library. Check," he muttered to himself, noting the tall, red brick tower sprouting from the center of campus. "Chapel. Check," he added, turning slightly to view the familiar spire. Now that the geography was out of the way, he turned his focus to the people. He smiled. "Frightened and confused students. Check." Everywhere he turned, students had paused their poorly timed da...
Weekly Contest #170
Prairie slid her closet open fifteen-and-a-half inches exactly, ensuring that the runner lined up perfectly with the neat pencil mark she'd made on the doorframe. She counted to five, then reached in and grabbed her Monday outfit. Prairie had one outfit for each day of the week, and an eighth, Emergency Outfit in case Something Went Wrong. It had been five months, two weeks, and three days since the last time her Emergency Outfit had been needed. She dressed, carefully watching the clock. Seven minutes and forty seconds - that was the ti...
Weekly Contest #169
A sudden blast of lightning lit the graveyard in a flash of brief, white light. The gathered teenagers shivered involuntarily. Except for Alice. Alice surveyed the scene with mild interest. This wasn't her first midnight trip to a graveyard, and it wouldn't be her last. "Yes, thank you, Primal. Very dramatic, we're all very impressed. Now, if I could please be allowed to continue without further interruptions, lightning or otherwise!" The demon named Angst, who'd been in the middle of a speech when the bolt hit, was starting to lose her ...
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