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Meat, Walking. First Place in 2023 Vocal Writing Awards - Fantasy Fiction. Content Warning.
It's dirty. Its skin and meagre cloth coverings are tattered and grubby, although there's a clean salt trail on each cheek. It's given up crying now, though, and before long those marks will fill in with grime. The corners of its mouth are drawn down, and its eyes are frightened.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Liminal: occupying a position at, or on both sides of, a boundary or threshold. OED
Bonbons in a glass jar tempt me; a jar of chopped-up rainbow. I swirl a yellow one around my mouth, expect the zing and tang of fresh lemon. I spit it into my hand when no one is looking and bury it in a potted ficus by the TV set. I hate bananas. My husband devours them instead of crisps and candy. I smell them on his clothes; just a hint, through wood-spice aftershave and whiskey.
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Fiction
Make Me Human
We had not even a scrap of shared language, being from different galaxies and all, but after a lifetime of miscommunications I more or less knew what to do. It took a while, but we eventually established a sort of rudimentary sign language. I realized pretty quick that my two community college classes in ASL were not going to be much use here.
By Channah Shifrin2 years ago in Fiction
The Apprentice
Written for the Matthew Fromm High Fantasy Challenge (500-word limit). Win prizes!!! Find all the details here. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction
Death and the Tuna Baguette. Content Warning.
This story was written in response to a prompt by L.C. Schäfer in their story "Moonlighting": I've decided, in tribute, to keep the picture theme food motivated as it seemed to lend itself to what happens to poor Death in my story.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Undulating Field. Content Warning.
This is for Mother Combs "Twisted Endings" Challenge that you can read about here The Undulating Field I had a restless night and kept getting up for some reason, but I don't know why. Eventually, I decided I might as well just get up, so went to the bathroom shaved, cleaned my teeth, took a shower, took drugs and got dressed. It was six in the morning, and I was on holiday, so there was no need for me to be up at this unearthly hour, but I was and went to the kitchen and made coffee, instant, with oat milk in the microwave.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
The Offering
There appears, of late, to have been a bloom. A bright, beautiful blossoming of community challenges that taste like honey on my tongue and spark lightening flashes of curiosity in my mind. This is my submission for Matthew Fromm's High Fantasy Challenge.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Fiction
The Hike
The morning sun painted the sky with inviting hues of pink and gold as he pulled into a little dirt lot on the side of a gravel road. He had been looking forward to getting away all week, and after a moderate amount of online research he landed on this trail, about 90 minutes outside the city. The trail promised a sense of tranquility that he yearned for, and was lacking, in his busier life near the city life. Now that he was parked in the, he took in his surroundings, along with deep satisfying breaths full of all-natural, organic air. He laced up his new shoes, which were technically meant for “trail running,” but that he mostly used for leisurely hikes like this one. The sun was warm and the sweat was already beginning to mingle with his banana-scented sunscreen. He noticed that his car was the only one in the lot except for an old beat up pickup truck that looked more permanently abandoned there than waiting for its owners to arrive later that day.
By NJ Reed2 years ago in Fiction
The Story Of An Angel
Grandma once told me that angels are special spirits and the guardians of our world. Their true home is at a very distant destination surrounded with astonishing unfathomable wonders. Many books call that Heaven, but she didn’t give this place a name. She couldn’t quite describe what it looked like with words, but as I watched her stare blankly and smile I could feel the joy radiating from her face. It was the joyous smile I had whenever I finally pieced together images of what I could remember from my dreams, but with the intensity of a past memory you’d desperately hold so it doesn’t slip away again.
By Alexis Dean Jr.2 years ago in Fiction
The Sun and the Moon
I want to shine. I want to be important. I want to be you. But you are a gleaming star, and I am a moon doomed to reflect you. I shine only with the light you gave me. Your heart, my veins; your mind, my skull; your smile, my dimples.
By Monique Hardt2 years ago in Fiction
The Horrifying Moniker. Content Warning.
"Rhea? That's a pretty name!" "Gee, thanks May!" "You wanna know a secret?" asked May. "Sure!" "May isn't my full name. It's just what I tell people to call me."
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Fiction
A Time of Great Anger
The day dawned a bit earlier than usual across the ruins of the old family farm, which was just fine and dandy for the Great Horned owl who made its nest in the barn’s loft. That wise old owl knew just about everything there was to know about that ramshackle mess of a farm, for he was there at its rise, its corruption, and its eventual downfall. He’d lived through all of it. ‘Twas a grand downfall, too--one that most who had lived there never saw coming, except for the observant few who paid close attention to the signs.
By Jackie Barrows2 years ago in Fiction