Stories tagged “challenge”

  • Sorrowful Burdens (Day 16)

    Grace ran her fingers along the smooth white porcelain of the walls. They were different than she expected- no sign of ash, not one smudge of soot. The only sign was a faint scent of smoke underlying the heady smell of pine. Why wasn’t there any ...

  • The Best Part of Me (Day 17)

    Apartment-sized chunks of rocks broke from the main continent above us with a groan. I tensed, not there was anything I could really do if they fell on top of us, but exhaled in relief anyway when they fell past us to the earth far below. “Nothin...

  • (Day 4) Controlled Settings

    It never takes long for one man to crack. Out of a group of twenty (the size of the average control group), there is always one that will stand up and… well, not “Take it anymore!!!” I find it interesting to see in what manner the fir...

  • A Taste of Garlic (Day 18)

    Angeline couldn’t help herself. She was nervous and there was so much food in front of her. She grabbed a warm roll and took a big bite to calm her nerves. It was dryer than it looked and she washed it down with another mouthful of the sweet wine...

  • In Euphoria...

    In Euphoria things are different. There is a steady beat beneath my feet. There is an open horizon, two suns and a star and one shining moon. We speak in a rhythm to express our feelings. Emotions are watered down, in a dreamy way. And movement is flui...

  • It All Adds Up to Trouble (Day 19)

    “Stop pretending you’re asleep.” Agnes’ voice penetrated the thick comforter I had pulled over my head easier than any knife. I didn’t move. If I could just get back to sleep, she would go away. Even a witch wouldn’t...

  • A Growing Storm (Day 20)

    ASTORMISCOMINGASTORMISCOMINGASTORMISCOMING. O rocked back and forth, keeping her eyes on the charcoal markings scrawled around her room. Words repeated themselves, written as a child would, covering one entire wall and extending beyond in tendrils comp...

  • Gray Medicine (Day 21)

    Dr. Farmgood was a fat, barrel of a man. He entered the exam room red faced and panting. His coat stank of stale cigarettes. Lifting the clipboard to his face, he glanced over it and then looked at the patient. Todd, who was six, was screaming hoarsely...

  • Sarah's Special Friend (Day 22)

    Sarah’s small hand gripped mine, leading me onward through the forest. In green patches, moss climbed trees whose thick branches melded to make an almost uniform canopy. The sunlight that made it through appeared wan and tired. “How far are...

  • Skit: The World's Worst DJ (Day 23) (Mature)

    Euphoria stomps into the strip club’s DJ booth. Euphoria: What the hell was that? DJ Charlemagne Champagne: Nuh-uh, you know the drill. Euphoria: I ain’t playing around. DJ Charlemagne Champagne turns around and starts to put on his headpho...

  • By the Light of the Distant Sun (Day 24)

    I twisted my heel pushing hard pushing against the sand. Swinging my other leg around slowly, I brought it straight up over my head. My muscles screamed in agony but I had to continue. The dance must continue. Faster now, I pivoted swinging my hips rou...

  • The Armada (Day 25)

    Countless ships blinked into existence, filling the infinite blackness with oblong gray shapes. My targeting computer went wild trying to count them, eventually stopping at a thousand. I gulped. My stomach tried to abandon me. There couldn’t be t...

  • Broken (Day 26)

    Rayne rubbed her shoulder patch with one hand before settling back into the ‘at ease’ stance. The tri-colored lightning bolt was her call sign. Well it used to be her call sign. She shifted back and forth from one booted foot to the other u...

  • The Skins We Wear (Day 27) (Mature)

    Today I wanted to feel attractive, not like a Katy, or an Angela. They were good for most days, but they wouldn’t be good for what I had planned tonight. No, I wanted to be someone that oozed sexuality—I wanted to make sure I got laid. I le...

  • The Stone Forest (Day 28)

    Jihn looked up at the pillars of pockmarked stone that towered over him and gulped. Legend said that this was once a great house of some sort and that the winds of time had filed away roof and walls. He didn’t think so. The pillars were clumped too c...

  • Anchored Between the Stars (Day 29)

    The city vanished as simply as turning a page. Where a snow-torn London once stood, a deep blackness spread out infinitely, splashed with swirls of cosmic color. Meredith continued looking out the window but her tail began to twitch back and forth.R...

  • An Uncompromising Solution (Day 30)

    With a heavy heart, I gently closed the faded yellow cover of the book. It was hard to breathe, hard to think. I felt sad— no, I felt more than sad, I felt sorrowful as if my heart had turned to stone. Impossible! Unfeeling stone never hurt this ...

  • Dune Dredging (Day 31)

    The Deadskin Dunes were high and dry. Zephyrs of wind swept through the endless hills of human skin, kicking them into the air in spurting gouts of choking clouds or swirling them into tiny dust devils. Unceasing sunlight baked everything into a crisp ...

  • Taut Strings (Day 32)

    I looked past Norman’s shoulder, avoiding his eyes. He tried to lay a hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off. He sighed explosively. “Look you knew we were all drunk and blazed. Why didn’t you speak up?” I let the silence bet...

  • Pride (Day 33)

    Letasha was cleaner than most homeless people. She was younger too with a story that hit every cliche, from pimps and drugs to a daughter in another state, but I believed her. Earnest and under-educated, her eyes were bright with intelligence. I found ...

  • Perfect Coordination (Day 34)

    Jacqueline glanced back to see how well her counterpart from London was faring. Marianne struggled in the snow, bundled up in a matching white and blue fur-lined parka. That was their outer protection from the frozen winds that whipped through the deso...

  • Orbiting a World of Cats (Day 35)

    Mr. Meow-Meow had vanished again. I was always curious about the kinds of adventures he was on when he wasn’t home. Boring ones, I’d imagine. It wasn’t as if our neighborhood was very exciting, even for a cat. No parks to speak of. No...

  • Pomp and Oh Well

    Let there be cannons. Cue the acrobats and firebreathers. Bring on the vaudevillians and trubadours to artfully tell the tale of my life. Send the funeral barge into the bay to be lit on fire by a flaming hour shot by someone dear to me. Just let it be...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Fears Spur a Man (Day 36)

    I arrived at the coastal city of San Marianne, a little south of Monterey, some time after midnight. Unaccustomed to worming down nameless roads by moonlight, I found the journey to be singularly terrifying. Antiquated farmhouses huddled against lone h...

  • Small World

    Friend’s in Germany Talking to him on Facebook It has been a while Oklahoma here Going by my laptop clock It’s 18:06 Europe and the States The web draws us together Earth sure is small

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5