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Weekly Contest #354
“Next!”Jemma shuffled to the next available space in line, clutching her passport and luggage tightly. The port was filled with people arranging their belongings and managing small children as they boarded their ships. She adjusted her head to see the podium a few feet away from her. Two people were ahead of her in line, giving her some time to think about what she was going to say to the port security officer. The officer had a sour look on her face, angrily stamping passports and waving customers away in a hurry.Thump!The officer’s stamp h...
Day 1535The cold floor of the cell doesn’t bother me anymore. When I first landed here, I couldn’t sit without flinching at the feeling of the frigid pavement against my thin jumpsuit. Now, the floor felt more welcoming–and more comfortable–than the cot in the corner. I looked out of the barred windows, if you could even call them that. It was a 4x4 hole in the wall, cut out of the stone to give us some semblance of fresh air. Thick iron bars kept us inside. The sun was starting to set. I could see a small patch of the orange clouds through ...
Weekly Contest #353
Harry hadn’t slept in four days. Every night, the banging continued, louder and louder with each passing day. A few times, he would debate going outside and seeing what it was. Part of him wanted to grab his gun, point it out the window, and shoot in the direction of the noise. Another part of him said it was just the house settling; it was an old structure, and the animals were being fussy. There was nothing to worry about. So, he stayed in bed, his fingers clenching the bed sheets as he drew deep breaths and let them out slowly.Tonight, th...
It was raining when the army rolled through Amilah’s village. Thunder rolled and boomed, shaking the ground beneath her feet. But despite the thunder, Amilah could hear the clip-clop of the army’s horses from miles away. When they came, they were arranged in neat lines, even the foot soldiers. Kilten approached them first. As the village’s leader, he was normally so level-headed, standing tall and proud, shoulders back and head held high. But now, as the army stomped toward the village’s gates, Kilten looked so…small. The horse of the army’s...
Weekly Contest #352
“It’ll be easier if we split up. Do not stop until you find her!” Kana could hear the commands echoing among the trees. She tightened her grip on the reins of her horse, snapping them down and commanding it to travel faster through the woods. The animal obliged, zipping through the forest and cleverly whizzing around trees. If she had any hope of surviving, they would have to get through the forest before sunrise. She wondered if the rebels had dogs that tracked her scent. She would have to find a river to wash it off, just to make sure. The...
I wake to the sound of church bells. They fill the air with their chimes and dings, signaling the eighth hour of the day. There are voices outside, shouting something in a language I do not understand. The room is dark and cold. My bare legs are covered by a thin blanket, if you could even call it that. The fabric practically falls apart when I touch it. When I take a deep breath, my nose fills with the smells of rain and dirt. I try to search the room for something to cover myself with. The cold wraps itself around me. Goosebumps appear up ...
Weekly Contest #351
I wake to the sound of church bells. They fill the air with their chimes and dings, signaling the eighth hour of the day. There are voices outside, shouting something in a language I do not understand. The room is dark and cold. I open my eyes and look down. My bare legs are covered by a thin blanket, if you could even call it that. The fabric practically falls apart when I touch it. It smells like rain and dirt. I try and search the room for something to cover myself with. The cold wraps itself around me. Goosebumps appear up and down my ar...
Weekly Contest #347
“Is there anything else I can get you?”I shook my head at the butler in front of me. His posture was intimidatingly straight.“No, thank you,” I said as sweetly as I could. What was I supposed to call him? Mr. Jones? Samuel? I felt bad for him; he didn’t need to wait on me hand and foot. Enough years with my parents had done wonders for my independence.“Dinner will be at six o’clock, cocktail attire.”“Every night?”Samuel nodded. “Indeed.”“I don’t have enough clothes for that,” I said, nudging my backpack with my foot. It had everything I owne...
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