Category: Indie Ink Writing Challenge

Fort Pickens

Lost in the tunnels

His mail rattling with each step, the sergeant of arms strode with purpose into the cavernous hall. In one hand he dragged the submissive priest behind him, his other hand rested on the hilt of his sword. The whole while, the Prince watched the spectacle, a look of boredom on his face. He slumped in ...

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Dear mother

Her heart monitor beeps were in sync with the pain that radiated through her body. The slightest movement sent electric shocks through every nerve. Shallow breaths were all she could stand, the ache keeping her just at the brink of consciousness. If she could have spoken, she would have begged for mercy, a released from ...

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The interview

I had interviewed authors before, but this one was going to be more difficult than anything else I’d done. At least with other writers whose work I didn’t like, because they wrote about an uninteresting topic or a literary genre I found dull, I could still find a way to make the review compelling. I ...

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Stone soup

"You have less than two dollars and no access to more money. Begging is illegal and the police are vigilant. How do you get food?" Professor Oliver walked around the lecture hall passing out one dollar bills. Frantic hands went up, questions thrown out in rapid-fire succession. Oliver held up an unconcerned hand, waiting for ...

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We hardly recognized her

During the first few months, we took turns sitting vigil. She was never left alone. If one of us weren’t with her, talking to her, reading from a beloved book, or playing a favorite song, doctors and interns were there poking and prodding. There were hushed discussion regarding brain activity and vital body functions. Whispering ...

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Prom queen

“Not if you were the last person on earth!” She made flouncing an art form. An effortless flip of her perfectly coiffed fall of auburn hair, a quick turn on her delicate, well-pedicured heels, and she was a distant memory. A faint aroma of singed ear hairs settled in a fog around him, his cheeks ...

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The wolf comes knocking

Scanning the household calendar, practically every day is filled in with color-coded notations showing when which bill comes due. Scribbled at two-week intervals, a lone red, magic marker dot in the top right corner of a Friday block indicates paydays. I don't have much time, he'll be here soon. Stacks of debit statements spread out ...

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Predator

“The suspect is a single, white male in his early 30s. He drives a dark luxury car with tinted windows. He is attractive and very charismatic, especially around women. He is extremely intelligent, and exceedingly organized. When he is finally apprehended, there is a high likelihood that he has either already been interviewed by law ...