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Rose By The Road
Forty-Eight lanes of traffic all flowing together, like blood through veins. And the heart? The centre of it all, the thing that kept it beating? Most people would tell you that it was MidTown. Literally, the town in the middle of all of the divisions, where the brains of the planet resided, thinking of ways to keep the blood flowing.
By Ash Dickson5 years ago in Fiction
Video Killed the Radio Star
It was eleven when I climb the stairs to the tiny Montreal apartment my mother shared with my aunt. “I’m not too late?” I ask Obasan. She hesitates, shakes her head no. Not too late. My mother sits by the window, her slim build and erect posture accentuated by her sleeveless summer dress. She turns and smiles.
By Heidi Tabata5 years ago in Fiction
The Wizard's Game
Where was I? Let’s see, store ban… past that… bumbling crackpot Wizard… no, no... hallucinogen mist… boring… floating dingo head, dancing weirdo… I’m missing something! Oh yeah, hells decent… So here we are a bleak trail into the belly of well… not really a beast; perhaps it would be better if I knew what I was entering as you know the wisdom of what’s often quoted, “Better the devil you know than the one you don’t.”
By Samuel Fletcher5 years ago in Fiction
just here to observe
“Dani.” She turned to see the commander leaning out of his office door. “Yes, sir?” She wondered if he was finally going to settle the long-standing debate of her going out into the field. He swiveled his head to invite her inside his office. The door had almost closed before she reached it, but he held it open with his knuckles. His face was turned away from her as she pushed the door in, careful not to smack him in the face.
By Jillian Rivera5 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Scallywag the Sea Dog, Part 3
VII I stood at the bow of The Dolphin, my front paws on the gunwale, and my nose poked out underneath the railing. After a year as a Sea Dog, I had concluded that this was a perfect day. Mostly blue skies. Puffy clouds. And wind. Lots of wind, that curled waves into foamy whitecaps. The bow of The Dolphin would lunge up over the crest of a wave, then slam down into the trough, sending a wash of seawater over the railing. The spray drenched me, filling my nose with the sweet smell of brine, burning my eyes for a brief moment, and crusting my coat with salt. A landlubber might find this nauseating, but a Sea Dog loves a day like this. It made me feel strong. It gave me purpose. It made me feel alive.
By Ted Lacksonen5 years ago in Fiction
Due South
Day 6811 The Southedge shifted South 3.4 meters. The Northedge shifted South 3.4 meters. I wake up at the Southedge and hack at the frozen ground until it lets loose. My daughter packs the bedrolls. Rollers bring buckets down from the Northedge with hot earth and growth and I pray as they mix under my fingers. I plant my ten seeds, ten sprouts, ten saplings, and ten fruitlings neatly in the thawing ground. I look around to see my sisters doing the same.
By Michael Valdez5 years ago in Fiction
The Real Doctor of The Hanging City
“Guns an’ sex an’ ‘explosions an’ drugs an’ noise…. feckin’ loud noise. That’s how my bloody weekend went. And wing shark testosterin’ can’t forget that shite. Can still feel the feckin` bruise from the needle. That cunt Billy told me it’d be like nothin’ and ‘ere I am cupping my damn balls like they ain’t bloody attached no more. Sorry if you were expecting something different, Doc, but that’s how she wrote it.”
By William Newbigging5 years ago in Fiction
Wilson's Trailhead
The keening whir of a quadcopter sounded in the distance. A sentinel. Maia stood obediently, lifting the back of her wrist to her forehead in a salute that displayed the UV tattoo on her inner arm. The drone approached and scanned her. A green light flashed as her tattoo was confirmed to match her tracking chip.
By Penny Fuller5 years ago in Fiction
Orphaned
Inside a child's wardrobe, covered in pink shirts and plasma-proof vests, hidden from the light, there lay a metal heart. Despite her pleas, Hope’s adoptive guardians ignored her. The heart-shaped locket remained undetected, and so did Hope’s tearless cries. It wasn’t the first time David and Linda were too busy for her.
By Alexander Yuri5 years ago in Fiction
Lilly
She stood there staring at the rubble. The world around her now grey, barely any color. She began sifting through piles; not really sure what she was looking for. She stood up, sighed and glanced over – the partial sun reaching out a small beam hitting on an object; she walked over to find a heart-shaped locket peeking out of some charred paper. She bent down to pick it up; it was engraved “To my sweet Lilly, Love Dad.”
By Kari Kinzle5 years ago in Fiction
