Michelle Solis

Clara

Esseta O

Robert Pulido

Yuki Asahina

Мишa Solis

English

The tall walls of the enclosure surrounded me, cool gray concrete. When I went on a walk this morning I did not expect to find this beauty. An abandoned piping system, rusty electric boxes and claustrophobic inducing arches. Feels like home.

I didn't like bringing the topic of home up - it was something of the past. If only Derick was here to see this, he'd be exploding with joy, scribbling down sketches in his notebook. Those good memories... they'll always be with me.

I picked up one of his old sketchbooks and flipped through it. The sketches were intricate and abstract, yet they all had one thing in common. They conveyed a feeling of being trapped or isolated.

Harsh lines scratched down the pages in compositions awkward and incomplete. Shards of lead cluttered the pages, smothering them in a dark cloud that clung to each square inch. As I turned each sketch away, the next grew more insatiable.

My dad, a famous artist, never encouraged me to pursue art. So, I joined Nightcord At 25:00 and became their artist before I switched to night school, and re-enrolled in my old art class to follow my passion. Sure the teacher wasn't the nicest, but I'd make it in this world.

On This Black Canvas I Paint

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Leroy Moorehead

Eva .

Sean King

"Stop," ordered Marcos, sternly. He gazed at the cake in Eden's hand. 
"You can't have your cake and eat it too."
"Marcos, leave me alone. This is my cake! This is my birthday," she explained. "I can eat as much as I want."
Marcos was furious as she started to gobble his piece.

"Eden," Marcos warned. "If you don't stop eating that cake, I WILL take it from you."
"No!" Eden said with her mouth full. "You can't make me! Go away! I'm not sharing!"

The hopelessness in Marcos voice had started to emerge sometime after the tenth time he’d said those same words to Eden. He was beginning to feel it maybe no good, it had been four days since eden first sat. The table was coursed, Eden trapped to starve by its cruel illusion.

But maybe there was a solution: what if they could trick the table? If he sat down on one of the chairs, becoming the new victim, it could possibly free Eden. 'Eden,' Marco said, 'I'm going to count. On my sign, get up as quickly as possible.' He hoped she had enough energy left.

He rolled the dice. Lucky seven. He smiled, licked his lips, and shouted "MOUSETRAP!" He leapt onto his seat and did a little jig. At this, Eden jumped up and ran towards the exit. He did a backflip off the seat and followed her. They made it out the door and away.

Eat your cake and make a break for it too

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kelly la fountain

"NO!" I screamed, my fingernails digging deep into my clenched fists. "GET AWAY! GET AWAY FROM HIM!"
The man stepped back, startled. "He doesn't belong here, kid."
"HE BELONGS WITH ME!" 
With that, I stormed out of the room, Oreo tagging close behind me.

Unfortunately, it was raining outside. I shivered, regretting that I’d left without a jacket. Thankfully there was an empty bus stop a few feet away. I sat on the bench, Oreo putting his head in my lap. As I reached down to pet him, I noticed he had a key in his mouth.

The key was gold and shiny, though it was useless if I didn't know where it led. Suddenly, Oreo slipped off my lap and started running circles around the sheltered ground of the bus stop - he was bringing my attention to an abandoned umbrella. When I picked it up, Oreo ran off.

I chased after him, irritated but also curious. When I finally caught up to Oreo he was pawing at the cellar door of a dilapidated old house. The shiny padlock on the door matched the shiny key. I unlocked it and started down, brandishing the umbrella in front of me like a sword.

Past the creaky staircase there was a door hanging on rusty hinges. It squealed as I pushed it open. I found myself in the Rumpus Room that Time Forgot. Then I saw it: the Golden Atari, with the Yars Revenge cartridge already in place. Sweeet!

Oreo’s Rumpus Room

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Knolium Tales

Benjamin Chandler

Brayden looked down at the 'thing'. It was dotted with holes, gave off a stink, and there was yellow liquid spreading from underneath it. Even for 50 cents, Brayden wouldn't dare touch it. Then, suddenly, Freya walked up to him. 
"Yeah, I like cheese too. It looks delicious, eh?"

"Cheese is overrated..." Brayden mumbled, cringing at the rotting holed abomination in front of him. He didn't like its shade of yellow. Suddenly, Freya grasped his arm and stared straight into his eyes. "Sorry, say that again?" Her face was plastered with a chilling wide smile.

The slice smacks on the floor releasing its putrid stench. "It's just that does it really have to be this?" Brayden explains. "I know, I know. Certain doom awaits and all but really cheese? Why is it chosen of all things to be so holy?" Freya glowers at him. "You must eat it."

Brayden inches away from the cheese. "I don't think I will," he says. Freya glares at him again and pushes him, despite his protesting, back towards the cheese. "Just eat it Brayden," she says. Brayden sighs and, trying to ignore the musty smell, reaches towards the slice.

The cheese was so foul, so rank, so putrid, that Brayden lost all sense of taste. His tongue refused to work. Now he only smells food, writing for his blog called "Brayden's Bouquets" which was turned into a hit film starring Will Poulter as Brayden & Saoirse Ronan as The Cheese.

Cheesy Troubles

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Zoe Becker

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.

He had the craziest thought - but then shrugged it off... that lady just happened to have silky, dark brown hair, emerald, green eyes, and the friendliest smile in the world.

All at once a blinding light coursed through the space. Jerry and the woman froze. And then a creature appeared, seemingly from the air itself.

"Tiana, we are here to collect you. You've spent ten years as an alien, and now you must return to where you belong," the creature croaked, guiding the startled woman onto a large spaceship. She sighed before stepping on.

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