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July 15, 2016

Flash | At Dawn

Entombed by JonasDeRo on DeviantArt “At Dawn” The campfire’s flame had died out shortly after the deep rattling of sleep came to the two men bundled around a hastily pitched camp. In the early morning hours, before the lumbering rise of the new day’s sun from its own slumber, Rous lay awake staring at the […]
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Published on July 15, 2016 22:11

July 8, 2016

Flash | Time for Bed Robot

Back Alley by GorosArt on DeviantArt “Time for Bed Robot” Ben-01 doesn’t feel pain. He doesn’t have the necessary programming to allow for such human stimulation. The Carter boy kicked Ben-01 in the lower half of his left metal leg, what humans called the calf. He didn’t want to go down for bed, regardless of […]
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Published on July 08, 2016 12:21

July 1, 2016

Flash | View from Treetop

Tails by DmitryGrebenkov on DeviantArt “View from Treetop” Each morning Daisy woke first. Even before the cockaroos crowed, startled awake by the rising dawn. This morning was no except.She could feel the sun peeking up over the horizon, yawning with warm colors to drive away the night’s cold. Daisy’s eyes fluttered open like a butterfly’s […]
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Published on July 01, 2016 01:45

June 24, 2016

Flash | Below the Tub

Depths of Imagination by JennaleeAuclair on DeviantArt “Below the Tub” “Percy! Time for your bath,” his mother shouted from upstairs. Percy could hear the pipes inside the walls. The water rushing. A torrent threatening to drown his free time. Her remained silent. Still. Perhaps if he was quiet, his mother would forget– “Percival Anderson Torkelson! […]
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Published on June 24, 2016 19:24

June 17, 2016

Flash | Snatch and Grap

The chase by Andrei-Pervukhin on DeviantArt “Snatch and Grab” Transporting the general’s son across the plains was supposed to be the most boring duty. An easy ride.Head north toward Branton, drop off the fourteen year old brat at boarding school for the spring, then back to the front down south. He didn’t even merit more […]
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Published on June 17, 2016 07:17

June 10, 2016

Flash | “Escape with Booty and Our Lives”

Pirates by Real-SonkeS on DeviantArt “Escape with the Booty and Our Lives” “What do you mean you can’t pry the lid open?” “It’slocked, captain.” “You said that already! Pick the lock then. Fuck it! Never mind. We need to take it anyway. Heave ho!” “Aye-aye!” Two of Flynt’s men bent low on either side of […]
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Published on June 10, 2016 17:17

June 3, 2016

Flash | Run For It

Cave Monster by lpeters on DeviantArt “Run For It” Since fifteen they’d doneruns through the Hooton Forest without anything so much as the typical ambush by bandits as brave as them to venture through the forest. Theforest was the only way from the hamlets in Norfaulk to city of Shunsta. The quickest way. Many couriers […]
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Published on June 03, 2016 18:55

May 27, 2016

Flash | Uninvited Guest

Servant of the Castle by ZERG118 on DeviantArt “Uninvited Guest” The stacks stretched forever. Red had never seen so many shelves. She’s never seeso many books. More than any girl could read in her lifetime. The tale the old woman who ran the little shop of oddities in her town was real. Not a fairy […]
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Published on May 27, 2016 07:36

May 20, 2016

Flash | “Going Home”

Adventure Time by designtu on DeviantArt “Going Home” The key felt real. More real than anythingJorge had touched in this world. And as he walked toward the door that would take him home, the key’s weight grew, dragging down his pocket. Jorge reached inside his pocket and drew out the key. The key was larger […]
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Published on May 20, 2016 20:32

May 13, 2016

Flash | “Attack of Mechopus”

SteamPunk Octopus by AlexBroeckel on DeviantArt “Attack of Mechopus” Benjak woke to an explosion of sound. A howling alarm whooping with urgency and finality. Saying, Get up or we all die. Everyday might bring Benjak’s death. A reality of hauling barrels of spice from the southern colonies all the way under and up the curving […]
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Published on May 13, 2016 08:36