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  • 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...

  • It Changes You (Day 114)

    Paul staggered to a stop as he felt a squirming inside his belly. Was it a kick? The thing growing inside him moved again causing him to break wind loudly. He had felt pretty terrible lately- sweaty, bloated, constantly starving or nauseated, but more ...

  • Let The Games Begin (Mature)

    Wiping a bit of the grog from his stubble Mark grabbed for the phone on his bedside table, knocking aside magazines and box of wadded tissues in the process, “Hullooooh?” his yawn stretched the salutation. “Hi,” a girl’s v...

    • Author: Nancy
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Running Cat

    She was running. Running like she was being followed by a group of Olympic thugs. She didn’t know why she was running. It was dark, she could only make out the pavement just in front of her so she could dodge the plethora of potholes in the concr...

  • Blown away

    Blown away, blown away, the singer on the radio sang. It was the story of my life. Everything had blown away , everything was hopeless. There was no acceptance letter to Princeton, no awards, no scholarship, no friends. All my dreams had shattered like...

  • Public Nuisance

    A loud, maniacal cry punctured the library’s air of calm and quiet, splintering silence into a myriad of broken pieces. Oh dear, Ms Davis thought to herself, he’s back again. “What’s going on?” “Who was that?” ...

    • Author: Serena June
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Cookbook Part I

    Sam unwrapped the book, leaving the brown paper intact. Sitting in the middle was her latest purchase. She couldn’t resist buying used cookbooks, the kind that were full of handwritten recipes passed through families, stains of ingredients and me...

    • Author: Nancy
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
  • Fear Feeds Into Fear (Day 108)

    I am here as a Probe. It’s an unfortunate title given your race’s curious fascination with rear penetration, but back home it is an honorable title. I assure you that I have never, ever— errr—probed one of your species without c...

  • A Shell of a Reunion (Day 107)

    Lena looked at her sister sadly. Laura blinked slowly, rendered non-functional by the drugs in her system. The knees, elbows and forearms of her clothes were streaked with dirt. “You’ve seen that we are taking good care of her, yes? Has you...

  • paranoia.

    everything everyone says is a lie. it’s sweet nothing to my aching, selfish ears. words alone are not enough to please me, it’s not enough to say you care, to say you love me. the solid anchor of physical connection is gone; how do I know y...

    • Author: m0ri
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Gone

    Her twin sister wasn’t coming back. Every day on the news, that dumb blonde reporter said that the police were so close to finding her, that they found a new lead every day. But Elisa knew. As soon as a more exciting story came up, they would for...

  • Securing the Future (Day 104)

    It was the first time I killed a man in the name of something greater. Had I killed others before this? Of course. That’s what soldiers do. Those enemies were faceless. Demonized. Different. I got paid for it. When I first enlisted, it wasn’...

  • Despair Bear (Day 91) (Mature)

    Sharon despaired under the weight of her disappointment. This tiny bear was to be her only hope? She wished Alexander was still around so she could kick him. She didn’t understand how he could have any faith in this runt. There were plenty of Fra...

  • Like Creeping Sores (Day 87)

    Nine sheet covered bodies lay in the street, cordoned off from the rest of the city by angry looking biohazard tape. Meerchum eyed the other medical personnel that buzzed around in their half-panicked, half-excited states with open disapproval. People ...

  • Stand up!

    Dear readers of the Atlanta Independent, I write this letter with great concern. I witnessed something that may be the undoing of our way of life in this beautiful country. I happened to be in Washington DC to cheer the president elect, but what I saw ...

    • Author: Job
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • On the Rocks to Straight Up (Day 82)

    Leaning against the railing with arms crossed, Bert surveyed his cargo and allowed himself a small smile. For the first time in months, his hold was full again. Thin metal crates, each stamped with a wide iridescent bar code, were piled in blocky pyram...

  • They're Inside (Day 80)

    Buzzing flies coated the green and brown sludge causing the whole mass to roil and writhe as if it were a single massive entity. There must have been thousands of them living, breeding and dying out there. Watching them made my skin crawl. I could imag...

  • The Iron Anchor of Insecurities (Day 79)

    Dr. Chavez sauntered over to the cliff’s edge. It was the last place anyone had seen Greenwood. Mario said that he must be dead, but Dr. Chavez wanted to be thorough. Squatting down, he peered over the edge. Ten feet below, Greenwood dangled in m...

  • G5-Three words challenge-Pola

    Once upon of time, there was a small village living a vampire, named Robert. To keep himself alive, he needed to go out and searched for animals’ or humans’ blood. Even so, he had a kind heart. He would help the poor and fight with the bad ...

  • The Edge of Discomfort (Day 72)

    Jocelyn swept the black curtain to one side, revealing a plain wooden box sitting atop a squat round table. In the middle of the box’s face, a perfectly round hole had been cut out. None of the wan light from the candles about the room penetrated...

  • Oh, Shell's Bells!

    “Hey! You! You got glitter on my peanut shells. And you got no shoes! No Shoes, No Service, read the damn sign!” Something hit me in the side of my head. I spun around on a floor covered in discarded shells, the remaining glitter orbiting o...

    • Author: 32 ^2
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
  • About Ten Pounds (Day 71)

    Bradley trailed two fingertips down his lesion covered arm. Dead skin flaked away at his touch causing blood to well up. Gradually it filled the cracked white channels and streamed toward the ground in rivulets like bloody tears. He let them splash aga...

  • That Bitter Taste

    We were only Cubs, but on the cusps of graduation we’d been given the privilege of joining the Boy Scouts for a weekend excursion. Though only a few years apart, we were dwarfed by these boys. I’d come for this three day trip with a bag as ...

  • A Ship and Her Man (Day 66)

    “Van, reinstall my language chip!” “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Marcie. I took it out because you wouldn’t stop singing the filthiest limericks.” “How would like your water vacuum-cooled the next ti...

  • Embar(ass)ment.

    A few years ago, a painful affliction befell me. At the base of my spine (alright fine, above the arse crack!), a hideous, insidious abscess grew. This made it deeply undesirable to sit down, for fear of the BIBLICALLY UNHOLY PAINFUL PAAAAAAAIN. After ...

  • Simple Solutions (Day 64)

    The summer night was thick and stuffy. Clouds that would have been charcoal in the daylight hours covered the horizon like a thick blanket, trapping in the humid heat. On the porch of a house on the outskirts of town, an old hound dog by the name of Bo...

  • Meet, Greet, GTFO (Day 61)

    “Next!” Boomed the man at the front of the line. With his white uniform, beardless face, and soft hands he seemed more administrator than soldier. Bryan shuffled forward as best he could with shackles around his legs. Barely glancing up fro...

  • The Price of Living (Day 60) (Mature)

    The pill that sat in Doc’s hand was as two sided as a coin. The top was a heavy blue dome, the curving underbelly was yellow. They were separated from each other by a thin red line. My eyes flicked from the pill to Doc’s eyes. “How mu...

  • 3 Word Prompt: Interwrit1 Student: lively remember weekend

    That was the last weekend of my life. Of course I remember it. Like it was yesterday. I had spent the week cramming; it was finals week. It was hell. I passed three OK, got lousy passing grades on four. But the one that I’d worried about—I ...

  • Confusion (Mature)

    It seemed to dawn on her why I was staying across the table from her, nearer the door. She stood up, and walked over to the door, unlocked it, and threw it open, then returned to her chair. I remained immobile. Why? I don’t know. “This is k...

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