Power Up – Chapter 1
Dr. Jasmine Bashir stared at the computer screen, her brow furrowed in concentration. She was...
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off the deep end
“Ghost ship” photo by: olivier6973 For this week’s Flash Fiction we had 200 words to...
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Gone fishin
“Pescaria no Parque das Timbaúbas” Juazeiro do Norte, Brazil. CC3.0 photo by MacioFeitosa For this...
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Grow Up – Chapter 1
Level 1: Alpha-bet The ship sliced silently through space, its black hull shimmering as it passed...
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12 Reasons
12 Reasons “Please finish up your sandwiches and take a seat. Yes Dwayne, that includes you. I can...
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Truck Stop
The last thing I heard was the blaring of a horn. Then there was a loud crunch, and finally...
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Rookie Numbers
“What is that?” I ask, gesturing to the 4ft runt standing before me. He’s wearing tattered clothes and has goggles on his head.
Carlos grins. “That is our tank…”
“Our tank? He looks like a stiff breeze would kill him. We are heading into the deepest, darkest dungeon that Rithwir has to offer. The lowest level monster in there will be in the 200’s. We need someone capable of taking hits in the thousands.” I turn to the runt. “What is your current HP?”
“57.”
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Time Served
I stare at the young man before me and try to control the tone of my voice. “I’m afraid it isn’t the news that we hoped for. There are still signs of the cancer.”
He forces a smile, always putting on a brave face. “What does this mean doc? More chemo?”
“I’m afraid that’s not an option, you’re already too weak. We’d be putting you at greater risk for a nominal chance of success.”
“Ok, so now what?”
“Now it is just a question of time.”
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