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Morning Theft
The impatient June sun has been breaking through the curtains earlier each morning. 5:10. My heart wrenches with a suffocating, syrupy ache as I am drawn into the conscious realization of my new reality.
By Beth Sarah3 years ago in Fiction
Shuttle Ride To Nowhere
Putting all his strength into it, Javier pedaled faster as the cold November wind blew in his face. Plastic cards clipped to the spokes made a constant rat-a-tat-tat. Around the corner was his destination. Braking to a stop, Javier hopped off his ratty old bike - a single speed, once red and black now faded to a mottled pinkish and grey, that had once belonged to his cousin Mark – and leaned it against the wall. Placing hands against the plate-glass he pressed his nose to the cold surface and drank in the sight. In the window, illuminated, shining like a beacon to safe haven in the soft glow of the strung lantern above …, the fancy lettered sign saying “MOST OF THE BEST, SOME OF THE REST” there it was. Shining silver with blue retractable wings; three actual rubber wheels on metal legs that folded up into compartments; red cylinder at the front with the yellow and orange ASTROMAN logo; tail fin rising majestically from the back complete with movable flaps and Jupiter Force Team insignia; three conical ports jutted out the back. A battery powered engine blew warm air out the ports so it would roll on a smooth surface. An Astroman Supersonic Space Shuttle. So close, so awesome, so … Cool! If only he had the money. If only Dad hadn’t got laid off last year. If only… Sighing, the warmth of Javier’s breath misted the cold glass. Absently a finger doodled in the damp cloudiness thus created.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction
Rookie Card
Kendall watched and waited while sitting on the designated park bench. His hands clasped the black gym bag that contained his savings, cashed in 401 K and recent paycheck earnings. He still could not believe he was going to purchase his dream Mickey Mantle rookie card. He found the seller on-line. His fingers trembled, checking his watch once again. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard yelling.
By C. H. Richard3 years ago in Fiction
103rd Times a Charm
“Clink! Where are we with this?” I hiss quietly, knowing my communicator will pick it up. “Sorry Boss! This hack is taking a minute,”
By Heather Zieffle 3 years ago in Fiction
The Word Thief
"I know why you're here." "You do?" Jaxon sighed, annoyed. "Aye. There's only one reason people seek me out in this fetid, sorry excuse for a tavern."
By JP Harris3 years ago in Fiction
Boiling Sea
Bailey stirred. Her back was cold, which was usually where her sister would curl up to her. But she wasn't there. Where was she? Bailey's shouts woke the sleeping village.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Ever so slowly
Her plan had unfolded ever so slowly.  Unsure if it would falter and then spectacularly combust.  Or would her dreams be realised?
By Pauline Fountain3 years ago in Fiction
The Buried Lover
It was the wee hours of the morning and the perfect time to do the deed. I knew it was wrong, but my selfish tendencies got in the way. Did his mom really think one tiny film canister was enough? What I was about to do was immoral on so many levels. Even my little brother, who would do anything for me, refused to help. I had some good friends, though. I knew this would follow us to our graves.
By Stephanie Downard3 years ago in Fiction
Out of Water
The tail was a joke, at first. Mom liked giving lavish gifts that no one would use, then got hurt when no one used them. Like the steam cleaner she gave my older brother when he was a college student who didn't even do his own laundry.
By Suze Kay3 years ago in Fiction
Under a Full Spectrum of Oranges. Runner-Up in Word Hunt Challenge. Content Warning.
Mac had said that Trudy was the best, that she’d be able to reach into the murky hereafter stew and pull out a beloved sparkling spoon. Or at least an edible bite. He'd said that she had an otherworldly aura, like an ethereal crossing guard or a maternal translator in heaven's waiting room. Because of Trudy, Mac apparently got to talk with his ex-wife pretty regularly. “And this time she always answers my calls,” he'd joked.
By A. Lenae3 years ago in Fiction
Lightning in the Lanterns of Fortune
The gods punishment can be cruel, depending upon the law, but far more cruel is being cursed with such depth of love for the fool who broke it. My very soul lies broken with you upon this punishment my husband, but I shall never leave your side. Daughter to the Æsir, Lady who rules over loyalty , faithfulness... compassion, I leave not mine husband to face this ill fortune alone.
By Veronica Coldiron3 years ago in Fiction
Neighbours. Second Place in Microfiction Magic Challenge.
They’re feuding. Have been for months. Next time, the dog gets a bullet. She ruffles Baxter’s fur – watch it buddy – but one whiff of sheep and he’s over the fence, ears pinned, nipping at lamb rumps.
By Megan Anderson3 years ago in Fiction