Pennsylvania Kite Weather

30 Feet Around at 30,000 Feet High

Palm trees and lamp posts were the alternating columns that lined the wide sidewalks along the spacious flat lanes. The jet-black luxury car was the confined space that hummed all around her while gradually outspeeding the other traffic under a hazy grey sky.

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Average: 4.5 (2 votes)

Inflation Is for the Birds

“You said you had a bird problem!” Mavis fumed in front of the sandwich shop owner at the counter.

The man was middle-aged, portly with tannish skin, beady eyes and a bushy top lip. He winced, and nodded in acknowledgement at the pest doctor’s peeved glare.

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Average: 4.6 (8 votes)

Double Zeroes: Defying Gravity's Orders

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The crew of the Recovery Routers gathered outside the locked door of the seventh and last available spaceship bay aboard their orbiting station.

Elam, a thirty-year-old maintenance man and makeshift member of the salvaging team, stared at the seam of the two heavy trapezoid doors set in their hexagon frame. Elevator-like cherry-red lights dimmed above one by one while the AI intercom methodically described what was causing all the whirring and clanging on the other side.

“Floor doors secure,” its crisp, synthetic butler voice relayed.

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Average: 4.5 (2 votes)

Out of Douse & Being Bigger

The instant Liliace awoke, she perceived the condition of the soil from the shady darkness inside her flower. Her roots knurled in the earth like toes wriggling through sand.

The nutrient balance was different. Slightly more traces of stone. Neighbors. Dozens of them.

She uncurled the large orange petals surrounding her while straightening her back and emerged into the slightly cool morning air and the warmth of the brilliant summer sunlight on her fern-green skin.

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Average: 4.4 (8 votes)

Being Big

“Hey!” Seta screeched at the oncoming car that had just coasted out of the campus parking garage, and her instinct was to try flying over it. With an angry buzz of four stubby, oval-shaped wings, Seta hefted herself into a hover, just enough for the beegirl to come plunking down on her knees on the hood of the dark green sedan as it squealed to a standstill.

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Average: 4.3 (10 votes)

Out of Sprout

(Highly recommended you read the first part, Out of Drought, before continuing!)

It was the pleasant morning sun that roused me awake as I turned my head on the pillow to face my window.

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Average: 4.7 (3 votes)

Alley Cat

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The sun had set outside of the corner café, and I knew I was fucked.

With the rate Austen was reading through his poems, there wouldn’t be any daylight to walk home. To the dozen or so other young adults in here with us, he read with no rush whatsoever. This particular poem was an extended metaphor about how the smoke of apartment fires choked the city like the host of other community issues. My friend was quite the subtle activist. I had to commend him for making his writing amount to more public visibility than my work ever could.

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Average: 3.7 (10 votes)

Quiet!

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The door crept open with absolute silence. Not even the complaint of a hinge announced Shelley’s entry. A wool-lined outsole of a boot took the first cautious step inside, then her brown cloak was clutched close as she sidled through the gap. She drew her hood back to behold the sight of the ancient library.

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Average: 4.6 (13 votes)

Blind Date


I can’t see.


I clung to the porch railing, smoothing my palms over the weathered texture of old paint. The autumn breeze sent a bunch of leaves scratching across the driveway, and a windchime rang about from the next-door neighbor’s yard.

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Average: 4.1 (15 votes)

Bathroom Break

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While the Manniver family had safely gotten through the hurricane, the mermaid they discovered in their backyard the morning after didn’t appear so lucky.

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Average: 4.1 (14 votes)
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