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She Was Emma
This story is part of the Vocal + Assist on Facebook Unreliable Narrator Challenge. You can learn more about it here: Always, she was Emma and I was Amy. We met in preschool and hit it off immediately. I reasoned that we needed to be friends because we were both 4 years old and our names sounded the same. She understood what I meant: the names Emma and Amy feel the same in your mouth. We were inseparable. Parents, teachers and friends referred to the two of us all at once: Emma'n'Amy. Emmanamy. Emma-and-Amy.
Rebekah ConardPublished 6 months ago in FictionHierophantasm
Do you know where you are? The old woman croaked. Ren & I both held our breath, trembling. Had it worked? We'd been pulled in so many directions since last harvest, searching for the true motives behind the High Arcane's barbaric rituals. So many deaths and false promises. So many false leads and dead ends... We didn't dare believe it. Sensing our apprehension, the old woman nodded.
Long walk home
"This is for Paul Stewart's Unnerve, Unsettle, and Scare Me Challenge" Paul, I realize I may have gone over the requested number of words by a wee bit.
Suppressed Sands
After the astonishing success of my first novel, I became a household name. My book would come to be stored in every library. Taught across the globe in schools From a distance, I have to admit that I secretly relished in the adoration. The articles praising my work. The televised book club discussions. To be seen as successful. Thought of as a talent. Who wouldn’t want that? And, if I am truly honest, the quest to figure out my identity rather amused me.
A shift of the wind
"She is getting married" Ann said. "Where did she meet him?" I asked. "Some dating site." The same repeated question with the same repeated answer.
Antoinette L BreyPublished 7 months ago in FictionAFTER THE MISSION
1943 Twenty-five B24 Liberator Bombers flew from Soluch Field in Libya, Africa. The target was Naples, Italy. Blinding sandstorms caused most of the bombers to return to the base. A few planes continued on. In the night sky, we became the lone B24 bomber.
Babs IversonPublished 7 months ago in FictionWith Ink Made of Stars
It was in a basement somewhere on the blurry side of Berlin when I first saw her work. Perhaps it had been the pulse of the light show, the writhing bodies, the liquid beat, or my space eyes but the ink upon a stranger's upper arm opened up to the universe beyond. It shifted, twisted, turned clockwise and then not. It floated suspended in the space between everyone else and me.
Recaffeination
A pleasant neighbourhood café, he thought. Nothing about it too pretentious and maybe…just maybe…not too expensive? He looked at the tables and chairs in the dim light. Mid-afternoon, and there was still plenty of space (strange for a Friday?). And the line was not too long at the counter. Three schoolkids – did he know those uniforms – and the usual screenplay writers who would not write a damn thing… He knew the type.
Kendall DefoePublished 7 months ago in FictionThey're Coming
They're coming. I know what fears dwell within you. They're coming. I know what terrors you can't face. They're coming.
In The Silence of Fear
Where I was, I wasn't entirely certain of. But, I knew I couldn't stay there for too long. As the heat was getting unbearable and I had nothing to protect myself from the scorching Sun. Nor do I have any water to quench my thirst. Nor food for now or later.
Raphael FontenellePublished 7 months ago in Fiction- Runner-Up in the Under a Spell Challenge
A Reliable Narrator
“Oh maiden, mother and crone, We call upon ye to open doors unknown. ‘Neath light of moon, under guise of bone, Let our skins shape to fur and feather
Kate KastelbergPublished 7 months ago in Fiction Hunters
I could feel the temperature drop as I stepped across the threshold. I looked around. Here? An ancient predator of the human race, holed up in this light, airy, modern construction?
Meredith HarmonPublished 7 months ago in Fiction