Stories tagged “challenge”

  • Intruder (Day 85)

    The door opened and three men stepped inside. All three were skinny and moved with a swagger that implied ownership. The leader’s face was a grim mask held in place by a clenched jaw. To my dismay, the last two fingers of his left hand were paint...

  • Blue Tuesday (Day 86)

    Bartleby slowly pushed the contorted faces of his Screa-YUMS! around in the bowl. It was a gesture that had been repeated often as he sat there staring blankly, waiting for a nebulous something that never came. Eddies and currents created by the motion...

  • 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 ...

  • 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 ...

  • Bucking Tradition (Day 88)

    “It needs more pink.” “It’s not girly enough.” “Why is the one with rainbow colored hair so athletic? Is she a lesbian?” “There’s too much focus on self-exploration and comedy. Girls aren’t in...

  • Remake With Madness, Save With Sanity (Day 89)

    The lines of separation that made up the world flexed, bulging outward, straining, until they broke under the intense pressures being brought to bear. As reality itself shattered, thought, material and energy became one and madness descended upon the w...

  • L is for Love Without Judgment

    Perry sucked on the straw, her cheeks bowing inward, until she was rewarded with a mouthful of creamy peanut butter. Satisfied, she settled back against the tree, her eyes bright. Gem frowned around a mouthful of fries. “I don’t know how yo...

  • March 10

    good night the stars aren’t all out just yet twilight’s fading, night’s rolling in but it’s still blue outside the moon’s come up the headlights are on on all the cars there’s a cool breeze i’m in the shadow of...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
  • March 11

    The social mechanisms in the bar ground to a halt when she reached its threshold. She surveyed the scene briefly before pushing through the old venetian-blind doors, their red paint cracked and peeling, chipped off completely in a few spots. Her face, ...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
  • Last Words (Day 90)

    Lautemy mounted the wooden steps, his head held high. Two guards, one on either side of him, kept firm grips on his upper arms but he moved without their urging. The gibbet creaked as an unseen wind played in its frame. Below him the two dozen people w...

  • 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...

  • Hollow (Day 92)

    The house was cold and dark as it always was when I came home. Turning the lights on didn’t seem to help. It just changed the museum from day to night. Even though I lived there, it felt empty. After the door shut behind me there was only a heavy...

  • Do Over

    “It was the first time I killed a man, so frankly I’m not eager to go back.” Ms. Reardon blinked at the unassuming fifth grader in her office, “Matthew, I asked what you thought about going to college.” “Yes,” ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Dangerous Feeling (Day 93)

    The feeling of disappointment comes like a sharp blow, not so much as a stinging slap, but rather like a swift kick to the nuts. It spreads outward and upward, an echo of pain in the lower stomach covered by an a thick blanket of deadness, as if the ne...

  • Violent Disconnection (Day 94)

    A bee buzzed against the window. It wasn’t an angry noise but rather it sounded like nature herself was humming. It reminded me of a cat’s contented purr. I tapped the window. “Hey there, Mr. Bee. You seem pretty happy out there.̶...

  • Receptions (Day 95)

    An incoherent expression was all the warning I had before a rickety wagon wheel threw mud at me. I leaped back to avoid having a foot crushed. Wiping the cold clinging stuff from my chest, I shook my fist at the retreating wagon. The old man hadn’...

  • Those Precious Moments (Day 96)

    Breathing was hard. Short shallow breaths were okay. Anything more than that triggered sharp pains like knives running up the outer edges of my rib cage. Even though I knew the pain was out there waiting for me to make a mistake, breathing was so autom...

  • Neglect (Day 97)

    Some days are unforgettable. The date is seared into my mind; a mental brand. I can feel the bumps that make up the scar tissue if I really try. They are always there, out of sight, but the surprise realization comes suddenly and so do the memories kep...

  • As the Stone Falls (Day 98)

    Vien lounged atop thick green grass. Next to him was a pile of rocks he had collected on the way over. Some were like fists, perfect for destroying a window. Others were long and round and flat. The kind that are perfect for skipping. Still others were...

  • Burden of Guilt (Day 99) (Mature)

    Staring out my window at the nearly vacant parking lot below, I was suddenly reminded of the saddest man I had ever seen. It had been two—no three, years ago. I had been at a bus station but I wasn’t waiting for the bus. For me, it was mere...

  • Driving to the End of the Road (Day 100)

    As Michael continued driving into his eleventh hour, lines began to blur. Day folded under the pressure of night. The road thrashed like a pinned snake anytime he didn’t directly look at it. Thankfully, as long as he focused, it stayed reasonably...

  • A Thousand Times

    It was the first time I killed a man. Almost ritualistic, like when dad hands you your first beer. It doesn’t taste good. It’s bitter. You vomit a bit in the back of your mouth. But give it time and it can be a crippling addiction. My fathe...

    • Author: Osiris
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
  • A Tool of Violence (Day 101)

    Paul had a gun. It wasn’t elegant or personalized in any way. Even for its small size it was dense and lay heavily against his palm as if to reinforce the simple fact that it was a weapon and must be taken seriously. The smooth cool exterior look...

  • Provoking the Beast (Day 102) (Mature)

    With a savage roar, Max leaped at Wyrmus. He could feel his body responding to his rage, thickening, changing, shifting. Max’s increased weight bore Wyrmus to the ground. Wyrmus’s snarls became impotent mewls as fought to get out from under...

  • Finding Maxine (Day 103) (Mature)

    “Maxine?” I called hesitantly, bringing my flashlight to bear. The pale, eyeless thing before me twisted upward, its flabby flesh swirling like frozen yogurt. A myriad of lips sprouted along one side. Some of the lips were thin and as pale ...