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The Ice Beneath Her Feet
Her timid feet meet the ice. It creaks a quiet haunting tone that blends with the swirl of the blizzard, but it holds. Her confidence rises. She steps forth, fully onto the frozen lake. A lake, they say, but for how far she has to go, they might call it a sea.
Kirn's death is rudely interrupted by a droning sound outside the house. Screwing her eyes shut tighter, she draws a labored breath. It doesn't matter, she reminds herself, there's nothing out there: as the last human on Earth, she's certain of this much. This sound must be an illusion, some auditory hallucination from dehydration. It means she's nearly there, finally one foot in the grave! Appeased, she pushes her hand over the bed sheets to squeeze Ashami's cold arm. She only manages a caress, but that's enough to draw them closer together: they were linked in life, and soon they shall be in death too.
- Second Place in The Aquarium Challenge
The lights are blinding. Red, blue, white, flickering, flashing. Alarms blaring. The floors are slick with salt and blood and glisten under the warning beacons. They’re covered in broken glass.
The brush of the broom slowly drifting back and forth across the dappled gray floor created a sort of lulling melody. One many would deem a monotonous or perhaps dull annoyance, but Sam thought it was impressive in its simplicity.
Alternate Reality: Gaston's Story
To my loving daughter, Belevia, My only goal in raising you was to ensure you had the future you deserved, a path paved by your own free will, and not by what is expected of you. You can have a family and be a wife and mother, like your mother and the women around you, or you can venture out of this town, and explore the world, defy the limitations others try to push onto you. Or...really who says you can’t be a mother and explore the world at the same time? You can do anything you set your mind to. However, I fear I may not live to see the adventures you set out on. After I have passed I want to leave you with one final story, of how I met, and lost, the one woman I truly loved.
Waiting to go to School
Malika wrapped her small fingers around the stainless steel tumbler for warmth as she stepped into the crisp, foggy mountain dawn. Her bare feet gently thudded on the ground as she moved to sit on the stair that surrounded the one-room mud hut she called home.
- Second Place in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge
Everything was orange, starting with the trees that ringed the clearing: aspen, birch, cottonwood, maple, and the larches whose needles paled to gold every Fall.
- Second Place in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge
Ember and Sky
The smell reached her first. It wasn’t her kind, nor was it Elven or Dwarf. She’d smelled this scent only a few times before; the first time was long ago when her dam taught her to hunt and track. They’d come across a wide trail that cut through a lush pine thicket. Her dam stilled her before she could move forward into the clearing.
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Breaking The Ice
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The Past is a Foreign Country
On hearing a noise from the vicinity of the kitchen, Barbara stopped chewing her sandwich and muted the television. After a brief silence there came the cry, Only me!
It was warm. 80 degrees they said. I had my eye on fish-burgers personally, while everyone else seemed intent on taking the long way round.
The Scorpion and the Toad-tally Toxic Friendship
My dear River, As I write this fable, you are 4 years and 2 months old today. You may have heard me read this to you before, perhaps with funny voices. Maybe you remember other versions of this fable too — there are so many! Little girls grow up so much faster than the stories they remember. You may not even like reading fables like this one when you are older. But I hope that someday — perhaps when you are as old as I am now — you will happen across this fable on your own. If part of me is still on this Earth (by then it will be 2064 — I may transfer my consciousness into a robot body — you never know), tell me what you think of it. I wrote it, especially for you. Your loving father, Mark Randall Havens Tuesday, November 29, 2022
“That’s what he preaches…love,” Telfair Alley remarked and looked dead at his interviewer. “What is ‘love speech’ to you?”
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The ride up had been quiet. It felt like we were driving into the dead of winter. The air around us felt heavy and the feeling inside me had been cold. When we first found out, it was happy news. But as the weeks passed, happiness turned into anger, she had expressed how much she hated me in her fits, but I always forgave her. Telling myself, she doesn’t mean it, it’s just her condition talking. Her anger eventually turned into depression and the loud noises turned into faint whispers and tears. She pushed everyone away, and when her friends became few, and her family kept their distance, it was my turn. Our relationship crumbled, like a sandcastle build too close to the ocean, everyday it felt like less.
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The pictures hadn’t done it justice. The sloped roof was blanketed in white, long icicles dripping from the eaves catching the sun and glistening in the evening light. A long deck wrapped around it, strings of delicate lights strung along its railing. Surrounded by white-capped pines and mountains rising in steep peaks around us, we’d fallen into a comfortable silence in the last hour of our drive. As we got out of the car, the snow crunching underfoot, we both looked up at the cabin in awe - our home for the next few nights. I looked over at my new wife. It’d begun to lightly snow and a few flakes drifted between us. When she looked at me, my heart stopped. Her smile was wide and open, her dark curls flecked with snow and her eyes lit with wonder. My hand reached out of its own accord, my fingers touching her warm cheek. She had closed her eyes and for a moment had leaned into my touch. I pressed my lips against her forehead, inhaling deeply. Pulling her into my side, we looked up at the cabin again, at the frosted scene around us.
up to Chris's family cabin was quicker than usual. Part of me was a little sad about it. I loved the long drive up. Seeing all the trees dusted with snow, and the ground cloaked in sheets of white. It all looked so surreal. It was perfect. During the ride up, Chris and I would play silly games like, I spy with my little eye and find -blank- coloured cars. This time though, we didn't. He seemed preoccupied and in a rush to get up there. It was the quietest drive we've ever had, and it made me super uneasy. When we finally arrived, some two hours later, I was relieved to see the old log cabin. It looked as it always did, so sweet and you could tell even from the outside how coE it felt. The black door along the dark wood, the smoke already coming out from the chimney. They vines that covered it, brushed with just enough snow that it looked like a painting. I loved it here. I was hoping his mood would change now that the drive was over. But as soon as we parked out front of the cabin, he was rushing me in. Grabbing all the bags, without letting me help at all. I just followed behind quietly up the stairs to the front door, trying to gauge what the fuck was going on with him. He unlocked the door, and he before he opened it he stopped. He turned to look at me. His face was flushed. His dark brown eyes looked nervous and suspicious all at once. His hair lightly hung in front of them. His mouth was in some weird, nervous smirk. I had never seen it before. It made me feel even more confused than I already did. "That was weird, I know" he started saying. I could tell now that he sensed my uneasiness. " I promise it will all make sense in a moment. Before we go in, I just wanted you to know that everything is okay. I know you're probably thinking something is wrong, something is up, and you're not entirely wrong.." My stomach dropped, but I kept listening. "But it's not what you think. Just, trust me, okay?" I nervously nodded my head, but to be honest, I didn't like this. He knew I hated surprises, but I followed him through the door anyway, my curiosity just needing to be fed. I stepped in behind him, and my mouth flew open. The black carpet in the foyer was covered in rose petals that led a path all the way through the hall, through the kitchen and into the back and only bedroom in the house. I turned to look at him. He was no longer carrying all the bags, and they were all just on the floor behind him. He grabbed my hand, "come" he said, "there's more." I allowed him to lead me through the cabin, looking at all the beautiful hues of red on the floor beneath me. "Wait" I said and stopped him just before getting to the bedroom "we haven't even taken our shoes off, we've tracked snow all through the house." I could tell he didn't care, but I did. I released him hand and took mine off, he did the same. "There, are you ready now?" I smiled and nodded. We walked through the bedrooms threshold, and my eyes began to water. The room was lit only by the dozens of candles that were burning throughout. More rose petals all over the floor and on the bed. Pictures of us covered the walls. 7 years worth of pictures, moments, memories that we've shared together. I was trying my best to not becoming a puddle of water, but I was just so overwhelmed in that moment by my love for that man. As much as I hated surprises, Chris always had the best ones up his sleeve. I felt him start to lower himself, and my heart was racing. I knew what was coming. He was on one knee now, tears in his eyes too. It's finally happening, omg - is all I kept repeating in my head. "Erica.." his voice was cracking. It was the sweetest sound. "From the moment I met you, I knew you'd turn my world upside down. I never thought I could want this. I never thought I'd be ready. Stuff like this hasn't always been easy for me, you know that, but I'm gonna do my best. You came into my life at a time I wasn't sure I knew what love was, or that it even existed. I didn't want to waste you time, but I didn't want anyone else to either. There was just something about you that made me feel safe. That made me feel home. Over the last seven years, I've tried to find the perfect time to do this, but never could get it right. But anytime would have been the perfect time, because I had you. You are my safe space, my greatest love, my partner in crime, my other, better half. You're my best friend. I don't want to ever do this thing called life without you. It's you and me, forever. I will spend the rest of my life, reminding you how much I love you, if you'll let me. I know it's always felt like this, but let's make it for real for real. Erica Newman, will you marry me?" I dropped to the floor to meet him where he was. I just grabbed him face and started kissing him. He didn't even have the chance to put the ring on my finger before I was ripping his clothes off. As he was mine. The passion and need to be in this space together, this close, this intimate, couldn't wait. We made love for hours. Over and over, until we were both completely spent. He crawled out of bed to grab the ring off the floor, I had almost forgot I wasn't yet wearing it. He came back to bed and slipped it on my finger. "There, now it's been done." We both laughed, and it all just felt so good, so right. I loved this man so much, and he loved me. That was enough. I didn't care if we had nothing else, because we had that. We never went to sleep that night. We just stayed up talking, laughing, being together. The sun was coming up when we realized it. We both knew that we wouldn't be able to sleep now that we saw the sun was up. It was weird, but we had always been like that. Chris got up and got dressed. "Where are you running off to already?" I asked him, hoping he'd just come back to bed. He came and kissed me. "I'm just gonna run out to grab us coffee, you want anything else?"
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