Stories tagged “challenge”

  • A Near Life Experience

    I always thought transcendence would feel better. Waves of sick wash over, suggestions of sights and sounds just outside perception. Why can I not simply vomit and be done with it? Tantalizing tingles tease my limbs. Where are my limbs? A tongue I cann...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Dying Game (Day 52) (Mature)

    Brandon staunched the flow of blood as much as possible. His bundled up t-shirt darkened as it continued to soak up blood. The pain wasn’t bad but whenever he coughed, a jolt of electricity spiked through his abdomen. Gingerly, he inched fingertips b...

  • Things Never Said (Day 53)

    Hands whose strength had left them, clutched at weakly at Breanne’s arm. She shoved down the horror she felt at being so close to death. She barely knew Josh. She didn’t even know his last name and yet here he was dying in front of her. ...

  • Relieving Pressure by Applying Pressure (Day 54)

    “Marc, come help me.” Strain tightened Jimbo’s voice, making two inconsistencies- Jimbo asking me for help and him cracking under the pressure. “Why? You expecting trouble?” I leveled a monument and checked his position. H...

  • Running Out of Options (Day 55)

    Shrieking howls and curses filled the air behind me. I quickened my pace, not daring to look back. I knew I’d see my footprints trailing after me, marking where I’d been, and making it impossible to hide. I was so tired of running. The pebb...

  • Ashes (Day 56)

    Gerome stared at the monster he’d created, entranced by the dancing colors. Voracious and bottomless, the bonfire would continue to exist as long as he fed it. Reaching down, he picked up a book without looking at it and chucked it into the heart...

  • Random Elements (Day 57)

    Charles’ hand landed on Ian’s shoulder and Ian pulled away reflexively, stepping out of reach. "Don’t touch me, Charles! The side of Charles’ face quirked to one side in confusion. “Charles? You don’t call me &#...

  • 3 Word Prompt Elisa LIT2 HUMONGOUS PLAUSIBLE ANATIDAEPHOBIA

    I’m Natty D. Phobia, glad you could be here. Please curl in your bean bag and listen to me. Here, look at this image—a satellite photo. Now what do you make of this? What could it be? The girl in row 28, ah yes that’s plausible, But ...

  • Parting is Such Sappy Sorrow, Such Confusing Pain

    The sun filtered through the green needles with the first real heat of a Carolina summer. The ground felt hot on my back, or maybe I felt hot on the ground. The smell of sap was everywhere. Though chaos engulfed me I heard only my own heartbeat. Alex w...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The First View of Stage II (Day 58)

    Ben kept a lookout from the tree house using a pair of binoculars he’d dug out of the garage. Below him, Jaime darted from tree to car, keeping his head down. In the middle of the street stood a patchwork pillar of flesh. Another one, thicker and...

  • Irresponsible Behaviors (Day 59)

    “You think you’re any different than us? What, watching from behind glass is somehow better?” “It’s safer.” I replied defensively. I wasn’t going to change anybody’s mind but I tried a different tactic. &...

  • 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...

  • 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...

  • Violence Becomes Normal (Day 62) (Mature)

    Rodriquez stepped out from behind a tree that should have been too small to hide his plaid-shirted bulk. Anthony tried to step back and raise his shovel at the same time, succeeding only in losing his balance. “What was that? You trying to get th...

  • A Blue Balloon (Day 63)

    I found a chair in the corner. Placing my bag near the sliding glass door that led to the backyard, I eased myself into the recliner and tried to not look guilty or out of place. I hadn’t been to any social events for weeks but I couldn’t l...

  • 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...

  • Fleshly Pleasures (Day 65) (Mature)

    “I am aware exactly how loyal you are.” said Mister N. reaching into the breast pocket of his five thousand dollar jacket. The price didn’t matter half as much as the image, the fit and the feel. He withdrew a pen whose casing was a d...

  • March 7

    I’m wearing the same T-shirt as I was wearing yesterday. It’s all black except for the ~16:9 photo on the front and the caption unerneath: “BROOKLYN BRIDGE” reads the top line; underneath, “NEW YORK”. I got this shir...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
  • March 6

    My legs are somewhat hairy, sufficiently so that I despise certain types of pants because, when I put them on, they rub the hairs the wrong way and I don’t like the feeling. My legs have been through a lot. Currently they’re crossed at the ...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
  • March 5

    On the sidewalk near my apartment, on the other side of the inlet to the parking lot and on the other side of the road verge, there’s this little tree. I think it’s some sort of pine-like tree. It’s got the same type of green needles ...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
  • March 4

    I think my doodles have changed in recent times. Used to be I’d just draw random little stuff—rocketships; comets or fireballs based on the holes punched into the paper; random geometric stuff. One time in ninth grade I filled the side margin (...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
  • 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...

  • Dignity in the Face of Misery

    Mary pressed the back of her hand to her son’s forehead. Even before she made contact, she could feel the heat of the fever that still wracked Lester’s tiny frame. Tousling his hair, she begged God that she be able to keep this one. Lester&...

  • Making Connections (Day 67)

    Yesterdays failures were for yesterday. Today would be different. This was the thirty-ninth morning in a row that I woke with those words on my lips, as if I’d been chanting them in my sleep. My heart was heavy. I could almost feel it pinning me ...

  • Pieces

    He picked the photo up off of his desk again and leaned back in his leather chair. The photo showed two girls, about twenty, embracing and smiling at the photographer. He figured the other girl in the photo must be her friend. He picked up the plastic ...

    • Author: J.S. Hope
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5