Machine
I hunt. Long and hard. I do not give up. I am a machine. I am a hunter. I have been training my whole life. I have been taught by the best, their names forever in the history books for all the right reasons.
That reason?
Their success. They did things no human could possibly ever do. And I will emulate that. You have my word.
I’ve been following my prey for a long time now. They still can’t see me. They still don’t know I’m there. They still don’t know the pain and hurt that is coming their way.
Turn in the Tables
‘What does it mean, master?’ Cornellius asked.
They both stared at the glass on the table. It was a miracle it had happened in the first. Never before had either of them seen anything like it.
The water inside the glass rose on one side.
‘I don’t know,’ whispered the master. ‘Perhaps the prophecies are true. Where did you find it?’
‘Out by the creek at the edge of the city.’
The master froze, his expression placid. ‘Well, I’ll be blown. The tables are turned.’
100 Words or Less: Riding On A Wave
‘Hey, Dave?’
’Yes, Brian?
‘What's that thing coming towards us?’ Brian asked.
Dave looked up and saw Brian leaning over the side of the basket, pointing to a vague silhouetted in the distance.
‘I don't know,’ Brian. What is that?’
Dave stood next to Brian. The floor beneath them was a vacant shade of green dirtied by specks of brown. On the horizon, mountains stood taller and proud, like football players winning Super Bowl.
‘Brian, what the fuck is that? Brian! Brian! Make it stop!’
A bird, as small as a golf ball, plummeted into the hot air balloon.
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100 Words or Less: Pyro
I stare into it, mesmerised. The dancing flames encapsulate me and send me into a world of pain and torture. It’s warm here, too. A comforting warmth that reminds me of when I was sat in the kitchen, using the heat of the oven to warm me. The blue flames roared silently, but I could hear them. I could hear the thousands empty screaming souls that were being released into the confines of the oven. The noise stopped as soon as my mother pulled me away.
It wasn’t long until I heard them again, including her own.
Misunderstood, fire is.
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Trapped.
The air is cold. My skin is cold. The glass is cold.
A large plume of smoke billows from my mouth as I breathe. I don't know how I got here, and I don't where here is. I just sort of "got here". Outside I can hear noises, faint and distant. No signs of help on the horizon.
The colour orange surrounds me and reminds me of the stomach lining I threw up before I... Well, before everything went blank.
The hairs on my skin stand in protest against the cold. I run my fingers along the rusty metallic surface. Nothing returns my pleas my help: not even a handle.
Until, wait! I find something. It's sharp, but I can feel it swivel on a hinge.
Pulling down on the lever I feel it's edge pricking my finger. Blood descends my arms in torrents of red. I ignore the pain and embrace the warm air that floods over me.
A harsh light covers me like a blanket over a toddler.
As my feet refamiliarise themselves with the hard surface of concrete, a figure walks in front of me. Their face is shielded by the bright light.
I don't know who it is but I recognise them instantly.
They reach out their hand and grab my neck.
It's too late to run. I'm too weak.
Back to the darkness I go.