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Robert Quick

Joined March 2010.

1063 stories, 23 challenges, 1396 comments, and 204 friends

A no-name, aspiring author who can’t stop writing. Looking ahead, he strives for perfection. Shackled by various forms of entertainment, he dreams of success. Most stories here are an invitation to YOU, to join me in creating new stories, new worlds, and a different tomorrow.

Stories

  1. Bill Me Later (Mature)

  2. A Pervasive Kind of Sickness

    Winds, spurned by the white-capped mountains to the east, blew across the valley plain in hacking spasms. The long stemmed grasses of the valley’s floor prostrated themselves obediently in the face of such violence. Directly in the path, a lone f...

  3. A Clean Slate

    Mass finished his early morning exercises and flopped back on to the bed. With practiced ease, he opened the drawer of the lamp table, his fingers dipping inside to retrieved the finger-length piece of chalk that mysteriously reappeared every day. He c...

  4. Oh, to be a Fly (Poetry)

    Oh, to be a fly, To be able to get close to you, To attract your attention To bring your hands to me, To have you see me, And follow me with your eyes, If only for a moment, To have you think of me, Whether I am near or far away, Oh, I’d give any...

  5. Haze

    Tong . . . tong . . . tong. The distant peal of Lizzie’s Pride finished striking eleven. The clocktower could be heard throughout the city, dominating the night. Nearby a refuse can lay on its side. A cat pawed through contents that had spilled o...

  6. Waylaid

    Ku-Rivalle stank like only a town populated by Mounts could. Thankfully there was no law against covering your face. Even though we were stained with sweat, all three of us kept our hoods up and mouthguards closed. I tried not to gawk but I had never s...

  7. Barriers

    Laying in bed awake, I take long deep breaths to try and loosen the tightness in my chest. It’s after midnight and I should be asleep, I need to be asleep. Tomorrow is a full day. I hate facing packed days short on sleep with no room for a nap bu...

  8. Challenge Accepted

    In the back seat of the towncar, Rachel ran her fingers over the embossed letters of the invitation. She knew the words by heart but lately whenever she grew restless, she instinctively sought the comfort of the letter. It represented freedom, the free...

  9. Loss After Loss

    I took a deep breath and tried to quiet my mind. It was no use. Stories of those that had preceded me, desperate men all, gave rise to visions of blood soaked fields and merciless spirits that hunted debtors in the night. My need drove onward and I ope...

  10. The Sensation of Disquiet

    Someone had been in my house while I was away. Cups I had left in the sink had been washed, dried and put back into the cupboard. The television was now favoring the overstuffed armchair more than the couch. Shirts, hanging in my closet, were grouped t...

  11. The Price

    We stood silently in stylistic costumes modelled after Those That Had Come Before. Mostly the coats and trousers were a uniform drab with the occasional splash of color giving the impression of trampled petals peeking back through the mud. It looked li...

  12. The Warning

    Laura stood in front of the cracked lens of her Matrix. Catching a glimpse of her reflection, she smoothed some of the wildness out of her hair and tugged creases in her bloodsplattered jumpsuit smooth. There was nothing that she could do for the bruis...

  13. Neptune: First Blood

    “Unnh. Let me up!” Ryan yelled upward at Jake who was straddling his chest, his knees pinning Ryan’s arms to the muddy ground. His back was cold and wet and he knew his mom would be disappointed that he had ruined his clothes again. E...

  14. Neptune

    The man who later became the superhero, Neptune, was born a curly haired baby that his mother named Ryan. Ryan and his mother lived a relatively normal life until the week before his ninth birthday. Swimming in the pond behind their low income apartmen...

  15. The Return

    Over the next few days Robert began to notice changes all around him. Warmth loosened Winter’s tyrranical grip, forcing the snow to recede back up the slopes of Kejajo Mountain, leaving behind a thin layer of ash and partially rotted leaves. Trav...

  16. A Night of Wonder, Part 1- Caught

    “Come on, let’s get out of here.” Shelley tugged on my wrist, trying to lead me back to the door. “Hang on.” I said, yanking my arm away from her. My friend squeaked and then covered her mouth in embarrassment. “Sorr...

  17. The Less Glamorous Side of Dungeon Crawling

    Idly, I traced different pawprints into dust that had accumulated undisturbed for centuries. Forimus and Bedewin stood in the corner quietly arguing over which direction we should head next. Bedewin moved her hands in quick jerky arcs to emphasize her ...

  18. Damning Testimony

    Know this. When I first took the job at Millson’s bakery on fourth street, I had nothing but the best of intentions. My writing had not been well recieved of late and I needed a job. I would like to tell you of the first morning that I arrived, w...

  19. Party of One (Poetry)

    Where are you going? And why did you leave? Is there a better party somewhere out there? I know you were mine, But I guess it was time, For you to move on. Life’s color’s have dulled to gray, All the balloons have flown away, How could I ha...

  20. -To the Beat of His Own Keyboard

    “Why don’t you tell her?” Colin groaned inwardly as the question left his mouth. Asking had been as involuntary as a sneeze. Tristam shot Colin a dirty look. “You know I don’t bother other people with my emotions.” E...

  21. Troubled Waters

    It was slow going. I made my way across the frozen surface of the lake, one sliding step at a time. I feared falling in. That was a death sentence. The freezing water would shock flesh into numbness and swallow a body whole. My thighs ached from trying...

  22. There is No Confidence Without a Reliable Reality

    I squared off with the giant bearded biker as a drunken crowd roared enthusiastically. The biker looked like a sadistic Santa Claus- one that had discovered steroids and meth. He raised his enormous fists up in front of his face and I saw that his knuc...

  23. -plus five is twenty-seven!

    23. Uncommon beauty. Beauty comes in many forms. Beauty exists in the eye of the beholder. But what constitutes uncommon beauty? Instead of answering the question, tell me a story. 24. Universal Themes: Food Brings Us Together (or does it?). Write a st...

  24. Black Balloons: XIII

    At the Malenfant house someone’s life was ending. “Wait, are you telling me that I’m a DEMON?” Julie’s voice rose in pitch and volume until the last word was a barely intelligible shriek. “Just half.” her mom s...

  25. Wild Honeycomb

    “Hajime! Wait up!” Akiko cried from a street behind. Hajime closed his eyes and quickened his pace. She had made a fool of him yesterday and he really didn’t feel like talking to her today. Or maybe ever. He had trusted her and she ha...

  26. Dark Times

    Robert trudged on through the ashen snow, hugging a tattered cloak around him. Once the cloth had been crimson and gold but time had sucked the color out. In the absence of caretakers, the land had warped. Blight spread in patches, draining life from t...

  27. Preparation Tempers Fear

    Dis kept his head down as he moved through the the empty subway. He tried to prevent his footsteps from echoing but that required tip-toeing and he couldn’t bring himself to slow down. Offering a prayer to She-That-Walks-Sideways, Dustin hopped o...

  28. Surprises for Everybody

    Jacqueline kept to the shadows, sliding along a long book case in the dark room. Ahead, James Ashford stood in front of a large multi-paned window. Bright lights from the Paris streets turned him into a broad shouldered silhoutte. Jacqueline couldnR...

  29. Strong Incentives

    Everyone in the bar was hustled out into the snow at sword point. The sober ones were tasked with bringing out those too drunk to stand. Soldiers, their faces hidden by shadow and helm, surrounded the bar’s patrons. Outside, a fat man with more b...

  30. Caging the Abyss . . .

    Lightning forked over the old Bittarly barn. My father had been a young man the day that the governer had exiled Lord Bittarly. Respect had filled his voice when he told me of the young lord that had laughed at his misfortune and waved gaily as he had ...