Stories tagged “test”

  • The New Guys: Early Dinners and Late Warnings

    “Awww Gustav, you’ve brought more food,” A voice whispered, seeming to come from all around us, “I hope this batch is slightly tougher than the last.” “What in the hell is that?” Flint asked angrily. He was a h...

    • Author: Robert Quick
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The New Guys: Unpretty Endings (Mature)

    I pushed the thing off of me and scooted back as fast as I could until my back hit something solid. My arms were slick with blood but I didn’t feel any pain. In fact I couldn’t feel anything at all. It was like my skin had gone numb. The ro...

  • The New Guys: Sparks Fly

    “And where the hell were you?” “Looking for a sword” Flint said, “I only do swords. And knives. Not this stuff, looks too dirty. Nasty”. ""Thanks for the rag anyway, hope you find something more to your lik...

    • Author: 32 ^2
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
  • Unprepared for This Test

    Marisa fingered the knife uncertainly. She wasn’t a fighter, not like her brother. She wasn’t even a fast runner like her sister. She was just a girl that happened to be good at math. “Come on, puta!” Ashlynn called, hopping dow...

  • Stupids Bullets

    “Everyone to the ground” – Gib yelled Mildred crouched, I bounced against the floor and closed my eyes, while involuntarily rolled over the suit’s yellow belly. I didn’t know what was happening, but when I saw mildred̵...

    • Author: Laggel
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Breached (prose)

    Through his reflection in the glass, Johnathon watched the city dwellers scurry to-and-fro far below him. The high-rise office suite at the pinnacle floor of the Sinclair building provided him the opportunity, while its windows stretching from floor to...

    • Author: BiC
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • We are Failing

    Technology has come so far From the invention of the wheel We dream now Of moving without It spinning beneath Our metal and plastic machines But can we realize our dream Of flight made mundane When we still walk on neglected ground While the slope c...

  • Weapons Training Guide

    I am the daughter of a society on Mars. We live in isolation, fighting our way out of this dark hole, void of Earth’s poetic technology, such as firepower based on philosophy and metaphysics. Starships sail near. When we see them in space, we sen...

    • Author: 32 ^2
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
  • Jungle Jane Junior

    I got the call on my radio at 6AM. I dressed with speed, praying the Jeep would run. Working in isolation from society was nice most days, but not when I was the only civilized one, a daughter of Jane Goodall. There is no room for fear when approaching...

  • 6. Powers of Communication; Powers of Imagination

    Test your powers of imagination further, traveler. It doesn’t matter that you’re an apparition of my imagination now, settle down. Stay. I’ve no one else to talk with. Picture a device for communication that would allow you to speak ...

  • Connections

    On August 2, 2083 the orange sky turned to grey. The dawning of that new day forever changed our planet. Cyborgs swarmed through city streets worldwide. Like locust, they devoured everything in their path. Beijing, Cairo, London, Los Angeles, Mexico Ci...

    • Author: BiC
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • 17. Conclusion: My Dark Campfire

    I PILOT my FEAR from EARTH to MARS, I hurtle through SPACE at the SPEED of LIGHT SOCIETY may CALL to me from afar; But I RUN through DARKNESS in my fright. I’ll never calm my DAUGHTER’s FEARS, Or take PRIDE in her laughter at a COMEDY show....

  • test sequel using different order

    Normally I would click participate at a challenge and add “&sequel=36094” to the URL and hit enter, to make a sequel that was also a challenge response. I have reversed the order here, hitting “write a sequel” and adding &#...

  • The Destruction of David (1)

    David glanced down at his bare feet as the blue liquid flooded the tank he stood in. It had the consistency of glue, and felt cold. Very cold, as if it was seeping into his bones, freezing him from within. The rest of his squad stood outside the tank, ...

    • Author: Kespan
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
  • Test Time

    Semi-silence punctuated by melodic scratches of graphite on crisp white A4, slight sighs, and soft moans of defeat. An occasional hand tentatively reaches upward and a squeaky-voiced question is posed, “How many examples do we need?” R...

    • Author: nomadic nik
    • Posted about 3 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5