Stories tagged “challenge”

  • A Quick Stop (Day 37)

    Bonnie ran her thumb and index finger down the length of her lapel while she waited for the kid behind the counter to find her cigarettes. Catching sight of her own reflection in the sunglasses display, she touched her hair and admired the way she look...

  • An Old Form of Protection (Day 38)

    Matt passed a hand over his eyes. In part to shield them from the coastal wind that carried grit and salt. In part it was to force himself to look away from the false beauty of the coast. He had once loved swimming in those dark waters but now they onl...

  • On the Job (Day 39)

    Rebecca pushed a thick handled broom in front of her. Cigarette butts, coarse sand and gum wrappers created small piles marking where she had been. Sweeping wasn’t glamorous but she did take a certain satisfaction from tidying up a place that she...

  • Seeking Relief (Day 40) (Mature)

    There are times when wisdom is fleeting, split seconds to make a decision on all the information at hand. Sometimes this occurs in slow motion, during a rush of adrenaline, giving you the illusion of infinite time in which to make a decision. Other tim...

  • Outskirts of Sanity (Day 41)

    Murray stood at the edge of a dark city. There was light yet the city was dark. He couldn’t remember how he got there or what he was supposed to do. Trying to concentrate on such details filled his mind with a whirlwind of thousands of cawing cro...

  • Death

    I dreamt about this day. The beauty in it was the simplicity. A last day on Earth, feeling free and healthy… No one would know. Everybody would treat me right, the way they do everyday. “Want to take a walk today?” And of course he...

  • It's a Lifestyle (Day 42)

    The room stank of stale cigarette smoke and disappointment. Machines designed to shatter dreams, trading money for hope of success or for stories, stood in fat rows. Each promised a big win soon. Somewhere the tinny sound of nickels being paid out clin...

  • A Legacy of Sacrifice (Day 43)

    “What you suggest is madness.” Xamira folded her arms. The fingertips on her right hand tapped against the hard muscle in irritation. “Bold, not mad, my dear.” Gracien smiled broadly. “If Father and Grandfather before him ...

  • Henry's Last Stand (Day 44)

    Henry paced back and forth in front of the opaque double doors. He clenched and unclenched his hands trying to stop their shaking. Maya should be coming through those doors any minute. She always took lunch around this time, though he had been ready fo...

  • Choices

    Ethereal transition had surprises. I found out two things after I dutifully went towards the light: first, it needed a better soundtrack, second, I had choices. Stay here in the light and do, well, whatever, or go. Go: wander, haunt, be a muse, join th...

  • Futile Systems (Poem)

    Hackers and outlaws The data frontier runs wild Yet there is honor He wields lines of code Spinal modem running hot Cybersamurai Niro breaks the ICE With a quick flick of his wrist and accesses .judgment

  • Programs Hot (day 45) (Mature)

    Jiro merged into his neon black datacycle and sped down the bitstream. Hackers and outlaws divided up large parts of cyberspace and crossing through their territory without asking could be painful. The data frontier was wild and free. Free from the cor...

  • Open Secrets (Day 46)

    Shelly skipped through the pumpkin patch, wicker basket cradled against her tummy. Every gourd in the garden was bigger than she remembered but they smelled musty. The giant pumpkins were almost as tall as she was with vines thick as cucumbers connecti...

  • Repeated Interruptions (Day 47) (Mature)

    Three men gathered around Cassie’s table. The one in the front had a thick beard that split open as he sneered, “Apprentice of Air, huh? Ha! Where’s your tits?” The speaker brayed drunken laughter and his two friends chuckled be...

  • True Impotence

    I was dead and very irritated. Standing at the door to the Church of the Queen of the World, I listened to the sobbing coming from inside and shook my head. This was not how it was supposed to be. I had given very clear instructions. My death was to be...

  • Just a Glimpse

    “My belly hurts,” Winnie whined to her mother. Rachel answered, “Baby, maybe you shouldn’t eat all that peanut brittle. It isn’t good for your teeth. They’ll rot out.” She took the brittle from the toddler̵...

  • Consequences (Day 48)

    Jerry was taking a bite of sandwich when two fingers jabbed him in the back. Although he wanted nothing more to sock the guy in the face for interrupting his lunch, he carefully finished chewing and began to wrap up the paper around the remainder of hi...

  • A Clay Pot

    A great warrior-king fashioned this pot. He formed it himself from the mud of the river bank where he won his greatest victory four thousand years ago. The carvings in the pot, admittedly biased in the victors’ favor, attested to the great battle...

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

    I shouted in agony and grit my teeth. My leg really hurt. I guess this sort of thing can happen when you get shot.

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
  • It's All the Same (day 49)

    Dan put his shoulder against the griminess of the garage door and lifted. With a plaintive whine the door opened for the first time in months. The wan light of the forty-five watt bulb was consumed in the tide of afternoon sunlight. Dust, spiderwebs an...

  • Cleared

    Ultimately, I will meet my demise at the top of the wall, sandwiched between the pile and the sky. I cannot fight it off forever; at best, I can only delay it. I can try to shove things aside. I can spin them around like a character in a Saturday-morni...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
  • Shattered with Stones

    “Love and sex and hope and dreams are still surviving on the streets. Look at me, I’m in…” “Huh-whazzat, boo?” “Hmm? Oh nothing, just singing to myself.” Harold looked across the bathroom at his wife, her...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
  • Forced to Flee (Day 50)

    Bahula looked at her hands in confusion. They didn’t look any different to her. No sign of smoke or flame marked her deep brown skin. Charlotte grabbed her by the upper arm. “Come on, let’s go firestarter. We don’t want to be ar...

  • Counting Down to Disaster (Day 51)

    In the distance the dark tower stood like a crone’s finger. Between us was a cracked, flat plain. Immense shadows slowly crawled across that blighted land. Formless monstrosities called Marrow-Suckers made their home there. Something about the to...