The Rent is Cheap by Brittany Meyer

Prompt: Calculated Risk I Word Count: 1800 I Genre: Fiction

The house tilts slightly to the left, as if the wind has blown so hard and long across the prairie that it has bullied the brick and mortar into leaning sideways. The windows squint across the plains. They glare at the sun as it crawls across the sky, and the front door squeals whenever someone looks at it. Continue reading

Hanging On by Brittany Meyer

Prompt: Cutting the Strings I Word Count: 1000 I Genre: Fiction

“You cheated on me.”

“It didn’t mean anything-” Jack started, the whine in his voice growing more and more apparent. What was he, five?

“You know what? I’m done. I can’t do this anymore. Don’t come back here. I have to go to work.” Sarah shook her head as if she could push away the tears, and hung up the phone. She stood for a moment, her feet rooted to the linoleum curling up at the edges. If you looked closely, you could see her trembling, but if it stemmed from fear or anger, only God knew.

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War by Brittany Meyer

Prompt: The Club | Word Count: 750 | Genre: Fiction

My son, as you head off to war, know that I understand your mind’s troubled thoughts. When you were a mere light in your mother’s eyes, I went off to war, much as you are now. The players are different, of course, but the situation remains the same. There is fighting to be done, and you have been chosen or have chosen to engage in it.

I do not have much advice for you, but what I have learned, I have given to you. Learn these rules, for they may keep you alive.

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Table by Brittany Meyer

Prompt: Coming Undone | Word Count: 1200 | Genre: Fiction

Warning: Drugs

He was alone, but he was not lonely. The darkness surrounded him, stretching infinitely in all directions. He floated, arms extended, feet turned out, long hair fanned behind him, undulating softly as he breathed.

A thought floated across his idle mind, an image of a table, round and worn smooth by years of hands passing over it, and he could see it. He wanted to be standing next to it, and he was, in the space between blinks. Voices garbled in the back of his mind, tickling him with memory. He focused, his brow knitting together, and pulled them into focus. Yes. There it was. The table was… from a childhood Christmas. It was covered in garland and homecooked mashed potatoes that he had spent all day peeling with his father, and though his hands were raw from the hot water and cut from the peeler, he didn’t care.

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In Strange Lands by Brittany Meyer

Prompt: Going Home | Word Count: 500 | Genre: Abstract

Day 1

It was too loud. People were shouting, everyone spoke a strange, clipped language. There was no singing, no whistling, no chants of love or loss or magic. Where were her clansmen? The children running under the eternal moons and stars, laughing as they caught ratterflies in their small hands? Where was her beloved?

She tried to run, but there were strange hands on her, holding her down, pressing strange sharps into her skin. She tried to tell them, but they only looked at her as if she were spewing nonsense.

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The Curious Forgetting of Siberius Flint

Prompt: The List | Word Count: 1500 | Genre: Abstract

Siberius Flint was forgettable. So forgettable, in fact, that his parents left him at the hospital the day after he was born, and the nurse had to call them on their home phone to remind them about little Siberius. They came back, of course, completely confused as to why they had forgotten him, and took him home. They forgot him again and again, and he soon learned that noise was the only way to bring them to him, so he cried constantly, which did nothing to endear him to their hearts.
Being extremely young- 19 and 20- they soon realized they couldn’t care for him and put him up for adoption.
And so little Siberius, at the tender age of two weeks, was deposited into the national foster care system.
His first foster family loved him dearly, when they remembered him. When they didn’t, Siberius had to resort to his old habit of shrieking at the top of his tiny little lungs. Babies, for their lung size, can make a sizable noise that is very hard to forget, even if the baby making the noise is.

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Dream Cycles by Birttany Meyer

Prompt: Conversation With My Spouse | Word count:1200 | Genre: Vague?

They speak of things unimportant, of inanes, of sunny days and picnics in the park. Conversation fills their days, coloring in their existence with bright oranges and neon blues. She bakes his favorite cookies in the afternoon, the sweet smell coating the air across the apartment. He draws her pictures of Paris lit with the dawn sun.
“I love you,” he whispers in her ear with the rising of the sun and the descent of the dark.
“I love you,” she says with each batch of cookies, with each glass of milk.
They don’t seem to notice that the front door only leads to a walled garden. They run the garden’s dirt through their fingertips, pulling up weeds as well as produce.
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, Henry dreams of something, something horrible enough that he wakes up gasping, reaching for his wife. She’s there instantly, holding him as he shakes, terrified of some ancient, unspeakable fear.

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Evolution by Brittany Meyer

Prompt: New Life | Word Count: 1000 | Genre: abstract

The first cells found themselves in dark water, and they swam as their bodies developed fins. They explored- for they were explorers even then, in the very beginning- the depths of the oceans they inhabited. There were others swimming in the recesses of the cliffs with sharp teeth, and the creatures learned to avoid them.
They filled the ocean. The most adventurous of them began to move toward the muddy shores, tentacles pushing from their skin, replacing the fins. They gasped in this strange non-corporeal substance, and lungs grew in their chests as they left the water.
There were new places to explore: thin swaying objects that grew thickly with tendrils of their own, and from which delicious objects hung. The creatures were afraid until they realized the objects could not fight back when the objects were taken away and consumed.
Tentacles grew and split at the ends, to better grip the ground beneath them.
The air grew cold. The creatures were confused. The water had never been cold. Several of them did not awake when the warmth came back, after the long dark. The ones that did awake soon found themselves covered with a course, thick substance that rose on their backs when threatened. This helped them survive the long darks, and even better did they stay warm when huddled together.

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Angel by Brittany Meyer

Prompt: White Lies | Word Count: 2500 | Genre: Drama | Warning: Abuse

Dominic stood in front of the house, the full moon hanging above him, his head pounding. A child’s scream rang through the night. That was it. He had to do something. He ran into the house, his nose assaulted with the stench of alcohol. There was a crash upstairs, and another scream, this time one of pain-
He flew up the stairs, taking his dagger in hand. He rounded a corner to see a staggering male form, fist raised. Dominic grabbed the man’s arm and threw him into a bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. An enraged roar shook the house.
“Wha are you doin in my house, you m-monster! Lemme outa here an I’ll teach you!” The words were slurred almost beyond recognition.

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