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  • Wing's Sermon

    Brothers and Sisters, you’ll recall a time when dark clouds engulfed our deep turquoise skies. A time before McKee, Reynolds, Platzman and I walked afar and far below, on the desolate ocean floor, in search of an oasis. In search of a promise of ...

    • Author: BiC
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Pilot

    A pilot’s life doesn’t have many constants. It’s a lonely life; always flying from one place to another,but never stopping long enough to have real relationships. Until Marie, the longest I’d kept a girlfriend was two months. I&...

  • Buying Time

    CALL 1-888-BUY-TIME A static frame displays a grassy knoll encircled by lofty trees; a father with outstretched arms, a flying disk hanging in midair, a teenage son readying for the catch. In the foreground; a little girl in pigtails, her hands held be...

    • Author: BiC
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Dear John

    To: John T. Stankey – AT&T CTO; RE: TM-453 John; I understand the importance of protocol in your time. It has been made abundantly clear to me since my arrival in this Temporal Occurance (TO 68.344.123.T-23) 7 days ago. Protocol dictates that...

    • Author: ipe
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Thirty One Nine Four Two

    // # MESSAGE BEGINS Check, check. Text field entry mode activated. // This message was generated by an automated system. This is Aion Central Node 31-942. An unregistered and unauthorised chronotranslative vehicle has been detected. You are ordered to ...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
  • Empty Nest Syndrome

    We started building colony ships in the 2050s. They weren’t exactly visually impressive: the main bulk was the industrial nanofab, resembling a dull grey quonset hut. Also on-board: some rad-shielding, some primitive AI navigation and replication...

    • Author: kyle90
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
  • Jungle Jane Junior

    I got the call on my radio at 6AM. I dressed with speed, praying the Jeep would run. Working in isolation from society was nice most days, but not when I was the only civilized one, a daughter of Jane Goodall. There is no room for fear when approaching...

  • Deity - Entry Level

    Man, these job boards are the worst. Spam. Dubious work-from-home “opportunities.” Unpaid internships that require 10 years experience. Well, I guess I’ll refresh the page one more time and call it a day. My unemployment runs out in t...

    • Author: Enoxice
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Literal-Minded Seashore Bartender

    I went to my favorite seaside saloon and my friend the barkeep asked me, “What’ll you have, Tom?” Just then, my phone rang and I had to answer it; it was my boss calling. “Give me a sec,” I told the bartender. But he was ...

  • End of a Grand Tradition

    I want to welcome you all to our annual talent show and contest. This is the 59th year of the series, and it is sure to be among the greatest. Personally I’m excited to see so many local kids participating—and not all of these people are do...

  • Reach Inside

    Shuddering in Sylvia’s little jar. A few more endorphins—why not? I could use ’em. To reach inside myself and shudder, the only way to keep going, the only way to remind myself I’m human. To reach inside myself and shudder, the ...

  • Just a Second

    “Thank you for coming, officer. I can’t believe this has happened. I run a reputable company here, not like those ‘fly-by-nights’.” “Yes, ma’am. I’m sure you do. – So tell me again what happened....

    • Author: BiC
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • (6) All I Meant Is Thank You (Freewrite Thread) (10)

    A path of thought? heh, yea, NOT! besides expressing myself, fleshing out, taste testing I laugh in 3rd person because HE does NOT have a thing to think about, he’s about to bring out what’s floating in his head, noting, led 2 what’s ...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Mark

    The little black spot appeared on her ankle and at first she thought it was just a mole. She dressed and rushed off to school. Her friends giggled and gathered at her locker like every other day and together they trooped the long way to class just to p...

  • A day in dreamland (P.2) (Mature)

    ‘Bzz-zzzt-zz-zt’ The red-lights flicked off, and embraced us, the inmates in a tangy sensation of black as the monsters retreated back to their confinement. I then drifted into a slumber. Of life before i came to this hell-hole…I pict...

    • Author: Denying
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • In-sec-ur-i-ty (Mature)

    When you know, you know, the feeling of it dropping… It drops down, down, like you’re in a elevator that’s ready to hit the ground. No belly in there, just empty space For somebody to run around, or scream and shout and let it bounce ...

  • He Listens, He Remembers

    He closed his eyes. His uncle’s camper had that old wet and musty smell. The scent was stronger in his mind then it had been thirty years ago. Sleeping in the camper that night was way better than being in the house. In the house, he was always w...

    • Author: BiC
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
  • The Truth

    “But, to be frank, I deem that I am unqualified to enjoy welfare in the heaven.” The boy stared at somewhere else with steely-eyed face, mumbling. “It’s not necessary to every human being who once perpetrated into the hell.̶...

  • Name your price

    There were not many people on the boat, but they had the same direction and goal— escaping from the horrible place and going back to their home, England. " The ring must be recovered, or Kay’s father won’t agree our engagement.&q...

  • Greeting Fate Warmly

    The air was cold and George shivered, absently readjusting his long gray jacket around himself. The jacket was the most expensive piece of clothing he owned. If it was clean and new, it might fetch a price of $45, as it was, dirty, thread worn and stai...

  • Counting

    “Eleven thousand five hundred ninety-one. Eleven thousand five hundred ninety-two.” Salva sweated. Her ragged blouse molded itself to her chest but she ignored it. She had a job to do, an important job, perhaps the most important job in the...

  • The Infamous Clean Too (June 4)

    “Vanessa Blackrayne!” Vanessa quickly jerked awake, almost hitting her head on the hot lamp above her. “Coming, Mrs. Warthton!” She quickly turned off the lamp and grabbed the fabric she had been repairing, putting it in a drawe...

  • No Com(promise)s (Mature)

    Who but you would lie until you can’t feel your bones Or your lungs Or your eyeballs in your head Or the worst-heart Your worst-heart rots & sinks through the pillars of candied flesh Inside of you What is really left inside of you? Just like...

  • Pump House Bridget

    Tadpoles sent rings of ripples across the surface of the water, skimming along shaded shallows. I just wanted to cool my feet after so much walking, but I’m afraid of fish, so I hovered on the edge, wondering if I could shoo them away long enough...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Emergence

    You take my hand. You pull. I emerge. In time we see little reason not to hold one another. We look at the wall and we can see my former chamber. We cannot see the wall. We are content. We are not alone any more. Things get better for us. One day we wi...

  • Our Caves

    We live in caves, you and I, dark and cramped and damp. They are where we live, but we never call them home. Drilled into the face of the cliff and opening unto the vacant oceanic air, we cannot see each other, we cannot visit. Sometimes we can hear on...

  • The Ocean

    Leo had already rented his tuxedo. And of course, the corsage had been picked out. It was a beach pea flower, plucked from the shore of their beach. He had given her the same flowers when they got their acceptance letters to Duke earlier in the spring....

  • Free from Pain (Day 117)

    Mario felt the rising tide, the overwhelming weight of numbness, blanketing him from the inside. It’s curling grayness was a fog that drowned heart, mind, and soul together at once. He felt a small flare of fear but already the alien force was dr...

  • Of Dough and Dreams

    “Hello, friend.” I didn’t raise my head to acknowledge the voice. There wasn’t any way that someone could be there. Therefore this had to be a dream or hallucination. A doughy hand landed on my arm, moist and warm. “Don...

  • Hope in a State of Disrepair (Day 115)

    The rotor spun lazily around in a circle, sputtering every third rotation. Tom knew it was every third rotation because he had nothing to do except sit and watch the helicopter waste gas. The noise and the heat reminded him of the times when he used to...

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