We have a three-way tie.
The stories:
Ceremony (by Victoria Siverwolf)
Today i is threeteen years old. I gos to the temple in a white gown maked by mother's mother. The temple is full of womans, the youngest carryed in she's mother's arms. The oldest woman smiles at i and shows i a small white cake. I closes i's eyes and opens i's mouth. The cake melts on i's tongue and fills i's heart with cold fire. I believes that someday the mans will return.
The Mail (by Tywin)
John strained to see the approaching supply ship against the darkness.
This year, he thought. This year she’ll send something. A picture. A letter.
My little girl is almost six now. She’s old enough to ask Rebecca about her father.
Rebecca’s not a monster. She’ll send me something.
The supply ship’s captain shook his head sadly when he saw the look on John’s face.
Next year, he thought. Next year she’ll send something.
Just Another Victim… (by mosaix)
Old Ma Jones had been thinking about this – she wasn’t going to cross the street to avoid the lad. “Give him a chance, trust your own judgement,” she thought. “I’m sure I’m right.”
As they passed he grabbed her bag and was off.
She looked around, heart racing – no witnesses.
What had the guarantee said? Total disintegration within a six foot radius. She pressed the remote.
“I knew the cheap bag was the right choice.”
The stories:
Ceremony (by Victoria Siverwolf)
Today i is threeteen years old. I gos to the temple in a white gown maked by mother's mother. The temple is full of womans, the youngest carryed in she's mother's arms. The oldest woman smiles at i and shows i a small white cake. I closes i's eyes and opens i's mouth. The cake melts on i's tongue and fills i's heart with cold fire. I believes that someday the mans will return.
The Mail (by Tywin)
John strained to see the approaching supply ship against the darkness.
This year, he thought. This year she’ll send something. A picture. A letter.
My little girl is almost six now. She’s old enough to ask Rebecca about her father.
Rebecca’s not a monster. She’ll send me something.
The supply ship’s captain shook his head sadly when he saw the look on John’s face.
Next year, he thought. Next year she’ll send something.
Just Another Victim… (by mosaix)
Old Ma Jones had been thinking about this – she wasn’t going to cross the street to avoid the lad. “Give him a chance, trust your own judgement,” she thought. “I’m sure I’m right.”
As they passed he grabbed her bag and was off.
She looked around, heart racing – no witnesses.
What had the guarantee said? Total disintegration within a six foot radius. She pressed the remote.
“I knew the cheap bag was the right choice.”
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The winner of the poll will choose the theme and genre for January
The poll will close at 11:59pm GMT on December 30 2013
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