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JACK OF DIAMONDS
Agatha stepped out into the bright afternoon light, looking up at the clear blue sky. She saw a lark floating lazily on the air thermals, and she found herself watching it; remembering Vaughan Williams’s The Lark Ascending, she began humming to herself . It was the piece she’d been learning on the violin, but that came to an end now that the violin had been stolen.
By ben woestenburg3 years ago in Fiction
Scorched
The dying rays of the evening sun cut across the dust-covered remnants of the apartment. Thin lines of hazy smoke wafting from the light-scorched floor, blackened from the eternal rotation of the sun. The light illuminating a metal locket, once a beautiful gold, long since faded. A crack, thin and winding, etched its way from the hinge, ending its jagged path near the center. Swiftly, a sunburnt hand reached from the shadows, pulling the locket into the darkness as the metal began to heat, the skin almost instantly starting to singe and burn.
By Sovereign Scholar3 years ago in Fiction
Eyes for Elsewhere
Night had fallen, and from his place atop the watchtower, Storm saw Metanoia come alive. The city was an expanse of colorful neon signs, holograms, and restless citizens. And even though he had lived among them his entire life, they always felt miles away. Dancing to a beat he refused to follow. He imagined the day every deception pooled to the ground like curtains stripped of purpose. Then, all eyes would see that there was more to the world than the happenings within the walled city. But as he overlooked all he had ever known, he accepted that he was swimming against the current.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Fiction
Submissive Evil
The tension broke me from my sleep. The feeling of their eyes- all of their eyes- made my skin crawl. I shot up, my eyes widening as the little creatures flew back from me as quickly as they could. Each of them has a little grey body with four arms, five dark black eyes, and a pair of short legs. Their arms and legs end in three stubby fingers. They screeched when my wings spread out behind me and pulled me out from under them, my back slammed against a wooden wall, shaking the contents of the small cabin.
By J. L. Cross3 years ago in Fiction
The Dharma Concerto
Dharma: an aspect of truth or reality. All dharmas are forms of emptiness. T. was all eyes, wild and vivid like there was something complex and mysterious just beyond those tiny blue eyes of hers! Lured each and every one of us to her like little druggie moths to a flame. We were like her favorite collection! We were the nonsensical entertainments of youth! Every day, we would joust for her. Anything that could win us attention, or special winnings with her. She had known us since childhood, and together, we made many amicable aspirations: whether in recording music or recording the destruction of our formidable minds. She loved each and every one of our muddy personalities, lifestyles, moods, and attitudes with fierce, amorous love! And we would have basically done anything for her. Death and all. We could decompose our very energies and soul! We were totally fucking doomed off the rip.
By Justin Fong Cruz3 years ago in Fiction
Submissive Evil
I remembered all that happened, some of it, the worst of it. I pulled myself into the fetal position; my bones cracking and snapping back into the position they were intended to be in while my screams echoed through the green sun covered forest. My breathing was heavy, rapid, and painful. I could feel the fast rush of air into my lung and the pain that followed as the expansion guaranteed me further moments of life. I could hardly understand why something so awful could happen, but life could prevail. It was a sick and twisted joke.
By J. L. Cross3 years ago in Fiction
Dangerous Spiders
1. The first thing I notice as Amy Quills leads me to her giant house is the benevolence, like welcoming me to another world, here in this galaxy of crystal mirror windows, glass lamps of stars, splendid sculptures, and plutocratic architecture. She shies away from me, "Oh it's not that big a deal!" Oh, but it is, Amy. It's like nothing I have come to expect. A modern castle—some sort of secret cult, I know, is lurking past those iron-wrought gates, past the hedges of thick and untrustworthy greenery. The forest feels like it is closing in, but she just leads me on. Up the marble stairs, the command of the doorbell. A radiant chime, lasting longer than usual. "I should have worn a suit," I say. She gives me a sharp look, rolling her eyes.
By Justin Fong Cruz3 years ago in Fiction
The Fall of Andrekka: Harper's Story
HARPER LED THE GIANT MISTGLIDER BY HIS REINS. “Mist protection! Get your mist protection here!” She screamed up and down the street. People were sitting on the stoops of their homes. Merchants set up pop-up shops selling fruits, pots, and jewelry. Harper held her palm flat as a visor above her eyes. She was judging the time by the sun. “You smell anything yet, Spit-tuk?” She asked her animal companion. “There’s gotta be a mist coming soon,” she said to herself. “Get your mist protection here!”
By Nathan Charles3 years ago in Fiction