Every week, our IndieInk Writing Challenge draws the most brilliant and imaginative writers who craft the most creative and interesting posts — and many of these submissions just knock the editors’ collective socks off. And so, the editorial staff decided to get together and select one submission weekly to feature as our “Editors’ Choice.”
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It was October 2001 and it was dark. I don’t know why I was outside. I was in the backyard. Maybe I had seen the lights from inside and that drew me out because it was the lights I was looking at. I had never seen anything like it and I probably won’t again. Read more
The harbor was a green and fragrant place, a bulwark against the dusty gold of the desert. There were fish and markets, scribes and antiquities. Read more
Well, if everything hadn’t just gotten exponentially complicated. Most missions James had been on went smoothly. Mutants were scattered everywhere now, still being picked off by military that had been kept safe in hidden locations when the worst had hit. Read more
Annie looked down at the scrap of paper in her hand. Please meet me in Central Park at 6:30pm. It’s urgent. James. Read more
I wasn’t aiming at you. You didn’t care about that, though, when you aimed at me. You saw my head pop up for a fraction of a second, then saw the tell-tale wobble that gave away the ruse. Read more
“There’s blood on the walls, man. Handprints, just everywhere. I can still see them when I close my eyes.” Martin’s last words to his commanding officer were ominous. Read more
Before the War.
I – Nightmare #1.
I dream I am standing on a beach, looking out into a calm sea. Read more
Once upon a time, the Forest People and the human beings from the town were at war. The Forest People broke into homes at night and stole babies. Read more
Great story. You did a good job with the dialogue here.February 1, 9:00 am by Anastacia Campbell
