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The Weavings of Ordus
Ordus sat down heavily, wearily, on the small hillock sprouting tufts of katto grass, jasmine, and thorny looking brushweed. He dropped his helmet on the ground between his legs and laid his head on his crossed arms resting on his knees. With his eyes closed he focused on the immediate silence, no birds melodiously twitting, no insects incessantly chirking, only the faintest din of low moans in the distance reached his ears, subtly piercing the ringing that throbbed there. He could hear his sweat plopping in fat drops from his brow to land on the wide brim of his kattoir helmet. He could hear the slow, sharp inhale of his ragged breaths. He believed, with his eyes closed tightly, if he held his breath, he would be able to hear the sizzle of spilt blood boiling in the sun.
By Clint Jones5 years ago in Fiction
The Perils of Planets as Playgrounds
It used to be such a pleasant place to visit. I used to go when I needed a diversion. The vegetation, from the smallest watermeal to the tallest sequoia, had such personality, flamboyant really, quite chatty. The animals were generally a rambunctious, creative, and emotive lot; they always made me laugh. The water and rocks collaborated far better than on other planets, even though the water usually won any arguments over time.
By Carolyn Kost5 years ago in Fiction
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By Jeremiah Ward5 years ago in Fiction
I'm Coming Home
“Kisses!” Melony exclaims as she reaches out for her husband. They are both in the whirlwind of their morning routine, except this morning would be starting and ending way outside of their norm. She would often slap 5 or 6 kisses on Carters' face before finally making it out the door.
By Penny Bae Bridges5 years ago in Fiction
Walker
It burned against my chest, the beautiful, cursed thing. Its weight pulled at the string around my neck from which it hung, taunting, daring me to find her. My steps crunched the dried grass to dust, a dim sun struggled to pierce the everlasting amber haze, and still it goaded me on.
By Sjan Evardsson5 years ago in Fiction
MAKE DO AND MEND - A NOVEL
I could say that this is the story of how I died, although that wouldn’t necessarily be true. As with anything in life, and death is no different, there is so much more to this tale than just my death. Although, that is certainly the beginning.
By Samuel Miles McGee5 years ago in Fiction
Locket
The men came in the night to kill my father. It was an unceremonious affair. They came with their rifles and their flashlights and their uniforms and they took him downstairs and they shot him in the living room in front of the television that we used to watch the Tigers play the Vietnam Rockets on and they left.
By Craig Storm5 years ago in Fiction
You Have Been Judged
I used to daydream about the end of the world. I longed for it. I almost prayed for it. I would sit at my desk on a slow day, stare out the window and think ‘what would I do if the world ended - right now’. Anything other than another day of insignificant purpose. Because the end of the world would mean the end of office hours, company emails and expensive coffees. I didn’t realize it would mean the end of everything. Now I carry the guilt of wondering, did I make this happen through sheer willingness? Did I end the world with a daydream?
By JAMIE MCCLELLAND5 years ago in Fiction
