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STRAYZ
“Ready?” she asks, before pressing play on the voice recorder. The prisoner pulls the oxygen mask from his face and throws it on the table. The wrinkles in his caramel-colored, weathered skin, fold around his mouth as he cracks a smile. He runs his hands through his tightly curled, salt and pepper-colored hair, slicking it back, before reaching for the box of Tasty-Kakes. Slowly, he opens the box and removes a pack. He flips the plastic wrapped Krimpet over and begins lightly rubbing the butterscotch frosted top on the steel table, in a clockwise motion, before unwrapping it.
By Michael Hadfield 5 years ago in Fiction
The Night of Long Shadows
Everything that ever happened to them happened only in the house. They were young enough to focus on the simple magic of the house, the deep shadows within the house, the secret rooms, the strange sounds that crept up through the floorboards. They watched as the light flickered, distending, pushing them into a haunting, thought-like sequence that was unknown, yet unavoidable. Their untainted fears had started from some imagination, from a lucid memory of fiction and fear. Their parents told them stories at night, and then they dreamed intensely, starting from where the stories had left off, now exchanged for the bright and weird lands of their sleep. It was hard to tell a dream from the real thing to them.
By Justin Fong Cruz5 years ago in Fiction
Shiny Golden Links
Every night, through the only window in our small apartment, I spend one or two hours looking at the stars and the oval-shaped shiny golden link that goes around our "country" all the way connecting to the next one. It's stunning. Looking from down here, it seems to measure 10 meters wide - but of course, it is much bigger than that. And the length is impossible to guess as part of it is hidden by the clouds.
By Vinicius Monteiro5 years ago in Fiction
Heart Shaped Secrets
My name is Winnie. I am 16 years old. My birthday was last week and Mom had found some moldy cheese in a gutter. This rarity was presented to me on a leaf, like one of the Old Way, five course meals on a silver platter that my mom had shown me in some banned movies from an era, long dead and gone.
By Winter R. Wright5 years ago in Fiction
Praesidium III
Previously Once their food was finished, Nixie packed away the stove. The flammable items went into Noah’s bag while the rest went into Nixie’s. And then, they were ready to go. James, once again, was setting off to find Praesidium and his new future. His destiny.
By Jade Stephens5 years ago in Fiction
Gobby Blank
The deer blind was like a cocoon. Gobby's limbs ached with stiffness, but she wasn’t ready to leave just yet. One more would come by soon, she knew it. They were far too predictable. She reached for the biscuit in her pocket only to realize she’d crushed it somehow, and now she had a pocket full of crumbs. She tried balling the crumbs together in her fist to no avail. The next thing she knew, she was eating the crumbs from her hand like a rat. It made her think of her mother, who didn’t have teeth. She couldn’t have rat-mouthed these biscuit crumbs.
By CAROLE S TURNER5 years ago in Fiction
How to Enjoy the Magical Wonders of a New World by Simply Falling Asleep?
The first thing my mom (who was the narrator of most of my bedtime stories) would say is “lie down in your magical bed and close your eyes while you slowly begin to breathe and clear your mind of all previous thoughts. As soon as your mind reaches a fully relaxed state, begin to think about which superpowers, you want to use tonight?”
By Anthony Chan5 years ago in Fiction
The Ride
Even as the city spoke to them in seductive and festive whispers, Sam and Becky were still bored, stuck in the middle of the carnival stream of lights and excitement. The airy hoard ignored them for the better parts of drunken convalescences and glitter. Sam and Becky did not have a cent to their names. They walked along the streets, staring at the industrial whorls around them. The warm rush of exhaustion and absolution passed by. Sam kicked an empty can that landed on the road. It was instantly flattened by cars and flung right back in their direction.
By Justin Fong Cruz5 years ago in Fiction
Minty breath
Minty breath Rotten lime balls came sailing through the reddened sky, and wacked my brother square in the forehead. He was slightly dazed from the impact and didn’t respond, till dozens as hard as golf balls, came sailing through the broken window like a flock of birds. My brother moaned, as we sprinted down the stairs. I did everything I could to shield him from the true risk of invasion that we faced every hour of the day, but at times like this there wasn’t all much I could do. As he began to complain that the bread might become as wet as my dad’s swimming trunks, I told him very firmly to “keep it down!”. If our home was invaded, then we would have no where to live and probably starve as we coughed down dried corn in an effort to stay alive.
By Reality Detective5 years ago in Fiction
