Stories tagged “challenge”

  • The Joyride

    “We are gonna get so grounded!” “Not if you don’t tell,” Xie said pointedly. Ker looked at her little brother, sitting on a copy of the ship’s user manual so he could see through the windshield. She’d never ad...

    • Author: J.S. Hope
    • Posted about 6 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Dissonance (Day 68)

    Rain poured nonstop from the sky. It wasn’t a hard, heavy rain nor was it a light, soft rain. Rather the quality that described it best was persistent. Ceaseless, it beat against everything slowly eroding sound, soil and sanity. Neither wind nor ...

  • Succumbing to the Tide (day 69)

    I had the beach to myself and was grateful that the sand still retained pleasing warmth leftover from the heat of the day. Aside from the roar of the waves, there was little sound. No cars, no planes, not even the raucous call of a seagull, just the so...

  • March 8

    On the fourth day, God created the luminaries. There’s a documentary called In the Shadow of the Moon. My father introduced it to me and I highly recommend it. In Arabic, the Moon is القمر—ask Wehr, Wiki, Google, and Al-Kitaab fii Ta`allum...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 6 years ago.
  • March 9

    I’m Ted McNamara and this is the six o’clock news. A car bomb went off downtown today, killing fifteen and wounding seven. The bomb was packed in a station wagon parked next to the strip mall by the university. Police, FBI, and Homeland Security we...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 6 years ago.
  • Time Out While We Work This Out (Day 70) (Mature)

    “I curse the day that you were born, villain.” “So in effect, you’re hexing my birthday.” “I never really thought about it that way.” “That’s fucked up. And I thought I was the bad guy here.” ...

  • 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...

  • 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...

  • A Boy And His Cracker Jack Box

    “Give it back! It’s mine! I found it first! Give it back!” The boy wailed as he banged on the metal door of the room. Detective Bill Hansen shut his eyes tight and lowered the volume on the speakers. He looked through the one-way glas...

  • Some Surprise

    He got it from a box of Cracker Jacks. It was quite unexpected and it felt, to him, unfair. Somewhow, he always imagined, he get some cool toy, or even a plastic ring he could put on Ginny’s finger. Ginny was cute, with curly blond hair… ...

    • Author: mrlizard
    • Posted about 6 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Bextris and The Captain

    “On a ride… To nowheeeeeeeeerrrre-” “Cut that out, Bex! You sing that stupid line one more time and I’ll happily toss you out the hatch!” “Just trying to pass the time, Cap, until you think of somewhere to go. ...

  • Like a Volcano (Day 73)

    Pushing through the crowd, I could feel a pool of anger sitting just under my right shoulder blade. It pulsed like a heart beat, begging me to tap into it, to release it. Ignoring that pull was difficult. Fear kept it in check mostly. Last time I had u...

  • Necessary Assertions (Day 74)

    Orchestral music began to play, heralding the arrival of greatness—a new world’s dawn. While others had created some kinds of artificial intelligence, they had created one that could access the accumulated digital knowledge of the human rac...

  • Discoveries (Day 75)

    Bran ran his fingers along the exposed pipes of the sewer. They came away with grime that was slimy and gritty. Bran grimaced and wiped them on the edge of his coat. The orange-ish streaks seemed to glow in the dimness. That was odd. He didn’t re...

  • The Mystic (Day 76)

    The mystic was wrapped deep inside layers of cloaks, scarves and hoods. He regarded me with silent question and I avoided the faceless darkness by examining his clothes. Some were patterned in winding wires or curling vines dotted with flowers. Some we...

  • Unpleasant Surprises (Day 77)

    Gingerly touching the side of my head with my fingers, I scraped away gravel that stuck to my skin and hair. There was a little blood but nothing seemed to be currently bleeding. I righted my bicycle where it had tossed me off like a prize winning bron...

  • Catch and Release (Day 78)

    Mattheson rubbed the lump of scar tissue where his left nipple used to be. It was hard not to whimper. The pain was old but the memory was fresh- a trio of professionals standing over him with their saws and their clamps, each taking a turn at maiming ...

  • 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...

  • Masks Not of Our Own Choosing

    “Mr Gorbachev, tear off that mask!” came the shrill cry across the day room. Dennis sighed and shrugged, repeating his mantra in his head, “They’re mentally ill. Getting mad at them would be like getting mad at a child.” It didn&#...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 6 years ago.
  • 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...

  • If You're Living, You're Winning

    Gambrol burst through the pine needle arch. From one step to the next, he was in full flight, running hard, and then it was like wading through chest high invisible mud. Something held him back, resisting his forward motion. Frantic to escape the night...

  • 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...

  • As We Agreed (Day 83)

    Thick dreadlocks were pulled back off her forehead by a red bandanna. Tiny white diamonds danced across the fabric. Dust splashed up the sweat pants and the bottom half of the jean jacket, embedded by time and wear. A strap hung off her shoulder and di...

  • Under Pressure (Day 84)

    Gerald winced at the indistinct shouting coming from next door. He closed his eyes, hands balling into fists until he was ready to march over there and give them tit for tat. He had begun to stand when the shouting had cut off, and he sank back into hi...