Hunter Above me, the sky is bleeding orange and red and the sun is slowly retreating beneath the hills in the distance. The stars are coming and they spot the above like pebbles in a clear lake and bathe the forest in stripes of blue light. Night is coming, and my reign is beginning. I raise my head, sniffing the air silently, closing my eyes to focus only on the smell. A strong gust of wind blows into my face. I've caught the scent. I howl at the moon. Prey.
Suddenly, I'm running. Wind whips against me as I run and snowflakes fall around me, painting the ground white and clear. The scent of meat and pine fills my nostrils. It is not far away. My stomach growls within me and my mouth waters. It has been weeks since I've had anything to eat and it's made me weak. I can't run as quickly as I once could and my muscles are weak and untrained. But the hunger within me keeps me going. It is all that stops me from g
Flies Tye sat catching flies. His beard was ragged and filled with sweat and he smelled like someone who hadn't taken baths in years. Kevin had to hold for his nose as he entered the cell. "Tye Lynwood," he said. "How are you feeling today?"
"Flies, flies, fly into my mouth." His eyes were darting around, chasing a fly stuck in his cell.
"Are you feeling any more talkative today?" Kevin hunched down on his knees like he was talking to a child.
"Come fly, don't be scared." Tye gasped as he caught the fly. As he opened his fist slowly to look at it, it flew away.
"You haven't touched any of your food, Tye." Kevin nodded at the plates of bread and cheese all the prisoners got. "You're just skin and bones."
"Flies, flies so tasty. Oh so tasty. You try one. Try, try."
"I've already eaten, Tye. And I'm not one to chase flies." Kevin sighed. He'd been here every day, hoping he could somehow prove his f
Chewed He always chewed on his pencil when he worked. Every morning he'd bring a new $1 pack of pencils to school and by the end of the day you could tell how hard he'd worked by how many chewed-up pencils there were in the trash. Some days there were none, and he'd probably used his day thinking about some girl rather than working. Other days he'd had to buy a new pack of pencils at lunch break to keep working for the rest of the day.
It was strange that you almost never saw him writing with a pencil; pen was his preferred choice. He had a slick, expensive one from his father's shop that wrote black ink and felt smooth to the touch.
He was chewing on a pencil just then. It was English class and they were writing essays, but she couldn't concentrate on writing. Instead, she was trying to chew on her pencil just as he did. Methodically, starting at the bottom and working slowly upwards. But she couldn't keep the pencil in her mouth as she tried to bite
OCD She stared at the clock restlessly, waiting for the mistake. Tick tock. Tick tock. The indicators raced around the display like playing children, or like lovers desperately trying to catch a single second together. She stared and stared at the watch, heart pumping as the indicators came closer and closer to the moment...
The second indicator passed sixty and the minute indicator jumped. Two minutes at once.
She rushed up, grabbed the clock from the wall and desperately turned the time one minute back. Adrenaline pumped up to her chest, her lips were forced into a smile, she was breathless.
As she hung the clock back on the wall to complete another routine, she thought to herself: this is living.
This One Planet "What in the world... Is that?" James pointed at a collection of humans crowding around a small spherical object as the kicked wildly at each other. "And what is that?" James Bentley looked around frantically, pointing at everything he saw as they flew above the human colony. Humans were walking with other animals in strings. Humans were lying on the ground exposing their body willingly to the UV rays. This is madness.
"It's life, Jim." Captain Sean-001 said with a smile. "But not as we know it." He pointed at a concrete building. Single-colored and fragile. "This is where we picked you up."
"I... Here? In this contraption? The concrete could have crashed on me any moment." The human let his hand through his sweaty hair.
"Right here. It was some time in the cold season and I was flying by observing the humans and... You just lay there in front of this home, alone and helpless. In a basket, like from some old American movie.
Pling "Uhm... Excuse me?" Dave looked up from his phone for a moment. A girl was standing in front of him, blushing slightly. "Is this seat taken?"
"No. Go ahead." Dave scooched to the side to let the girl sit on the bus bench.
The girl tucked her hair behind her ear and spoke shyly, almost inaudibly: "do you know when the..."
"Hold on a sec." Dave was typing, telling Jon about where he was and where he was going. He couldn't just stop typing suddenly, they were having a conversation after all. It would be rude not to answer him.
The girl looked down akwardly. She probably doesn't have a phone, Dave thought as he raced on the keyboard with his thumbs. She's probably too poor to have one. It made him feel a spike of pity for the girl.
Pling, the phone said as a new snap was recieved. He'd just check that. It could be Jon, he sends so many funny pictures. Dave made a funny
A Black Market "Don't do it... Please, we can make it on our own we don't need this. Please Syd, I can sell my mother's ring I can thin out the soup, not this," Eve was pleading her husband, tears beginning trickle down her cheeks.
He glared her in the eyes with an iron look. "I need to do this. The little one shouldn't come into this world starving." He put his hand on her full belly. "You're eight months in, Eve." There was no changing his mind. He turned around and began walking away.
"You don't even remember our first date anymore," Eve whispered as Syd left, slamming the door after him.
It was true. No matter how hard Syd tried, he could not remember his first date with Eve. Nor their first kiss. The thoughts ran chills along his spine.
The black market was crowded to the point where you had to push your way through the streams of people shouting and exchanging money and goods over each other's heads. Syd saw peopl
Triplets Three triplets, each with a different color in their first strands of hair - one blonde, one brown and a final one black - were playing on the floor with blocks and cars and whatever they could wrestle out of each other's hands for long enough to claim it theirs.
"I don't understand," the mother wailed as she sat down on the chair with the arm of the father (who was looking just as confused as her) around her shoulder, "I've never cheated on you I swear on the holiest, but this is truly unexplainable."
The father hugged the mother as she began to sob, and he sat thinking about how on Earth it could be that their children were so dissimilar; after all both mother and father were red-haired.