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Once at NightShe woke up late at night—or early in the morning, as she later assumed—and stepped first off their bed, then through the kitchen, then out the door, off the first porch step, and rather than stepping down onto the second as she had so many times before, she simply floated.Once at Night by willwriteforhearts
It came on impulse. Natural. Like a breath. She breathed a calm in and out before taking the next step into the air, ascending like particles of dust in sunlight. Five steps, and she was above the rooftop of the house. Five steps more and she was forgetting what it felt like to be on the ground. She’d fantasized about flying thousands of times before and it’d always been like swimming in her head, laborious, but when it finally happened it was simply like using a limb she hadn’t been aware of possessing before.
The night was cold and, despite it having been a rainy winter, the stars were naked and unveiled, pressing hard against her head. She stepped up to meet them. The trees were gett
A Nice Wash Between the EarsThe first time she suspected something wasn’t when Daddy told her not to care about mothers, or her arm snapped and her brain turned off like a light switch, or the time she found the “Family AI Inc.” card under his bed when she was cleaning his room. No. There was always an explanation waiting for her around the corner. She did not suspect. She did not care to. She did not want to. She did not need to.A Nice Wash Between the Ears by willwriteforhearts
The day she found the business card, she tossed it into the trash incinerator, got a lollipop from the hospital-esque jar on the kitchen counter, and went off to meet her new tutor in Daddy’s private zoo. She was seventeen. Her hair was long and licked the crooks of her elbows with wispy blonde tongues, unsplit and soft, which Daddy liked a lot. He said she was very pretty and nice and told her at age ten that he wanted her to be taught at home for a while because she was his precious Riborg, and she did not mind because she believed him. Seven years was a long w
BlueThe only window in the city—a small skylight on the roof of Globe Four—has been uncovered today, but all I see through it is the toxic fog. It blocks the whole thing, but that’s what I imagine it's like every day outside anyways: thick, blue, moving but static. They say it’s from the acid rain at night, but I never hear rain like they say it sounds in the movies, or thunder for that matter, or anything at all. The walls of Globe Four are thick, I guess.Blue by willwriteforhearts
I don’t look for very long.
I wave at my mother as I re-enter the house, seeing her currently poised in front of the handheld mirror she’s set on the kitchen table. She’s already dressed for the ceremonies, wearing a silver dress with a slit to show off her leg (the good leg, not the one made from metal) and her favorite blonde wig, the one that covers her shoulders in strict waves. Wanting to look good for the Progenitor, our leader, no doubt. She’s got a thing for him. The way she
Matt and Jub's Glorious DayStreet lamps blaze with their electric harshness, igniting each of their heads with a singular beam of light as the three walk underneath them and up the hill to the nearest bus stop. The rest of the street is darkness.Matt and Jub's Glorious Day by willwriteforhearts
Anticipation locks their tongues—Jub reaches for Elodie’s hand and squeezes it. She squeezes back, faintly, hesitantly. She slips her hand out of his after a second, giving him a curt smile before looking away and composing herself once again.
Matt keeps stride on Jub’s other side, twiddling, twiddling, twiddling his toothpick. His heart is a freight train. Looking at his friend, he wishes that they’d decided to sleep in.
On their seventh day of unemployment, Matt woke up with a hole in his boxers. Probably the result one of the crawling, less visible inhabitants of the apartment, which was his first thought and the first of many things he ignored that day.
Light peeped through the shutters and shot him right in the eyes when he sat up. He bli
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'Fairy Tale' ContestFairy Tale
BestestFriendContest Group ENTRIES
Bestest Friend (DreamingAutumn) and I are back with another contest!
This contest's theme is 'Fairy Tale'! What does that mean? Well, why don't you just ruminate, whilst I illuminate the possibilities...
Simply put, you write something related to "fairy tale", that could be ANYTHING. Want to write your own fairy tale? Go for it! Want to modernize or rewrite the ending for an existing tale, do it! You can even incorporate another element into it. Maybe it's a cross between Sci-Fi and Fantasy or a Mystery and Fantasy tale! Or do some combination, how about a Snow White Sci-Fi where she is the one kissing the prince awake? The possibilities are endle
Childhood Fears Contest!:iconMadHattersSociety:
The new contest is as much of a challenge as it is a contest. The theme is "Childhood Fears." Was it the sound of a train in the night, before you knew what trains were? A shadow on the wall at a certain time of day? Something from a movie that you were too young to see? Maybe even a children's story that spooked you; the Brothers Grimm were pretty grim.
The idea is to represent that fear in your chosen field of art/literature. The more edgy, off-balance, and surreal it is, the better the chance of winning. The contest will run through January first, 2015, so you'll have plenty of time. Don't procrastinate, though, get to creating!
So far the prizes are 400 points for first pace, 300 for second, and 175 for third in each category. There will be two categories, one for visual art and one for literature. (more points will be added as donations come in)
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2014 SS3 WINNERS and SS4 Announcements!Congratulations to our 5 Entrants!!
A big round of applause to our writers SouthernWriter2, the1dragon1girl, NicolaiGrey, Lugal & YppleJax
I want to give a special thanks to all of our members for making the Short Story Quarterly Contest possible! I have only just realized, and would like to bring it to everyone's attention that we already quietly surpassed our 1 year mark in this competition!!! The very first SS Journal posted way back on Apr 6, 2013, at 6:38:58 AM, and has continued faithfully ever since regardless of hiccups and setbacks
The third quarter contest of 2014 has prevailed through what I would consider a mild drought, due to my own inability as host to be as involved lately. I would like to show my appreciation to all our writers for taking the time to compose their entries and for participating in the latest SS Contest poll to determine the outcome of future r
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Also, just because you're interested enough to be reading this at all, here's the link to my online novel: community.sparknotes.com/tag/h…