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Weekly Contest #343
Depending on who you ask, the desert is either a mystery or an opportunity. To Hamza, he believed in the former. He would rather enjoy the safety and comfort of home, yet he was finally of age and therefore needed to earn his manhood. But, can’t I earn it another way? he thought to himself with a sigh. He looked at his camel and stroked its face. “Do you think I can do this?” he asked. The camel grunted. “I don’t think so either”. Jinn, ethereal magical beings hidden to the eye, are spread across the world. Some cause terror and some cause h...
Weekly Contest #334
The young boy was kicked out of the door and fell to his face on the soil. He let out a deep breath, then gathered himself to his feet. From within the wooden cabin, a bucket was thrown, nearly hitting the boy. A strained voice yelled, “Fetch more water, boy! And stop talking about those silly stories. They’re nothing but fairy tales”. Then, the door slammed shut.Christopher Nightshade walked toward the bucket and picked it up. He sighed as he touched its dent. Up until recently, he was living a simple, yet joyous life with loving parents. H...
Weekly Contest #329
A school night without education. No stress and no stacks of papers. No exams and no grades. It was the prom. The night everybody looked forward to. A night of gathering and fun. A night of friendship and “prom-posals”. Everyone was excited to attend, except for the boy. He waded through the crowd. The blinding lights burned his eyes. The deafening music assaulted his ears. His classmates frolicked in ecstasy. The boy couldn’t breathe. “We went to prom when we were young. You should go, too. You’ll love it”, his parents said. His heart was b...
Weekly Contest #319
A lone carriage moved swiftly, yet cautiously through the snow crusted forest. The driver observed his moonlit surroundings. The trees were giant and the road was bumpy, yet he pushed his horse to a gallop. Briefly checking behind him, he saw the pale woman inside the carriage body inspecting a box of rocks. He smiled at her and she smiled back. Returning his gaze forward, he suddenly stopped the horse at the sight of a mysterious man ahead.Lit up by the lantern he was carrying, the mysterious man wore a large brimmed hat and a long coat tou...
Weekly Contest #300
I found myself in a valley of titans. Snowy mountains scraped the sky. A gigantic obelisk pierced the ice beneath my feet. The sun formed a spotlight over the structure. I stood alone. This fjord was veiled in complete silence until a voice slashed through. Deep of pitch and throaty of tone, it was unlike any human tongue. Yet, I could understand through sensation. Somehow, I understood that my help was needed. I knew where to go. Then, I awakened. The computer’s steel voice entered my mind. “Intergalactic Governance, Jaeger corp, Dream Chas...
Weekly Contest #296
Code of Knights: Sheathed for the innocent, unsheathed upon thy enemy. Honor among the sword, dishonor among magic.A procession passed through dead trees. Clouds blocked the sun. Thick layers of snow covered the land. The harvest was unfruitful. The once lively village became quiet. All was bleak.Carrying yet another deceased warrior, the villagers held a funeral for the fallen. Deep within the snow-crusted forest was a knights’ cemetery. The effects of the war made it more crowded. The body was laid to rest among his many brothers. Amid the...
Weekly Contest #291
A quaint shack a little ways off from the greater souq caught my eye. After a long time in the bustling market, I sought peace and quiet. The sign at the shack’s door read Fortune Teller with a subtitle: To know the future, you must know yourself. I’ve never been one for fortune telling, but I was intrigued, so why not. Upon first glance, the room seemed barren and empty save for a colorful carpet, table, and chairs. “Marhaban, marhaban”, was joyously exclaimed as an old man appeared out of the shadows. “Please sit”, he said pointing to the ...
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