Tag: VisDare
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VisDare 150: The Pressing
She curled her claws in preparation for the Pressing;Eyes dark as midnight, Damascus tuned out the rage,focusing it on the one who stood before her.’Your goggles,’ Cappy whispered from the right,but she refused to acknowledge himlest her concentration be broken.She stopped, toe to toe with her adversaryand smiled.Damascus was close enough to feel the fear…
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VisDare 149: Finding My Way
There was too much oxygen near the top. The others had warned me that going too close could cause damage — ‘After all,’ they warned, ‘you have never breathed just air. Your lungs will burst.’I don’t believe it. I’ve seen glimpses of what is out there. People, walking on earth. Rolling conveyences. And the sky…
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VisDare 148: Awake
It was out there and it was awake.Hungry and searching, it knew there were survivors. She heard the breathing and held her own, attempting to minimize her output. That a child should know so much about survival would, in other situations, be sad. Having watched her mother, father, and eldest sister get taken, she had…
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VisDare 147: Apocalypse Yesterday
I was locked in. I mean, it could have been worse. Sure, it’s a preschool, but there are cots and blankets. Had I realized things would get this bad, I would’t have eaten all the snacks so quickly. Those pouches of applesauce and cookies could have sustained me for a while.The air has become rancid.…
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VisDare 146: Less Painful Exit
As a woman, I knew she had no real idea of what was coming next. But it was okay. I smiled as she kissed my head. ‘My son will soon return a man,’ she cooed. My first thought was ‘rite of passage’ when I saw this image. I offer 35 words to that point for…
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VisDare 145: Escape Artist
‘They’ll never follow me into the wheat; no one runs purposely into the wheat,’ he thought to himself. The story had been spread through his village for centuries: there were monsters in the wheat. But he knew differently after following a rabbit one summer day. He’d found himself at what could pass for a trail…
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VisDare 144: Containing the Hellbeast
She scratched the notes into the bark of the giant tree and mumbled. ‘Cannot believe I have to do this again. Who released it? And why am I the only one whose magic contains it?’She hoped her guitar was tuned. Once she put down the last note, she would not have much time to play…
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VisDare 143: Best Party Ever
‘Emily! Your parents are the best. Ever.’ Everyone nodded in agreement; once Sally proclaimed anything, it was instant law.Emily blushed. It was her mom’s idea to invite all the girls in class to the party since Emily was new and had not made any friends. She knew that Sally had come, only to snoop. It…
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VisDare 142: Underwhelmed by the Alignment
What’s that? Sure: The name’s Hoskins. Tempest Alexander Hoskins, to be precise. Sorry – you didn’t need the whole name, eh? It seemed relevant, since you wanted to know.I’d appreciate it if you’d speak a pinch louder. When the spine severed, the hearing went as well. Ah, that’s better. If you stay just there, I…
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VisDare 141: Behind the Beauty
‘Clifford, I hate this background.’ Miriam hissed the words out of the corner of her mouth, hoping not to ruin the photo.He knew she would dislike it, but it was required. He decided to tease. ‘Why, darling?’She took in a slight breath through her nostrils and blew it out with force. Hissing again, she said,…
A New Bloom 