The Hand of God_Closing Line_Mahira?_The Barbershop Closet
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The Hand of God
The sun rising above the horizon through the trees of the mountain cast a shadowed glow across Belinay’s face as she sat on the wood planks of the deck. The wood was cool and damp on her fingertips and bare toes. Akachi stepped across the threshold of the back door and sewww.onedoor.cct a mug beside Belinay’s right hip before resting his elbows on the railing. The deck wrapped around the rental cabin, giving a good view of the landscape below them. Akachi sipped from his steaming mug and watched two deer follow a hardly visible trail in the dense forest below the cabin. It was situated on the edge of the mo...
Closing Line
One. BANG! Willow crumples on to the flagstones. I can see her arm laid about above her head, the grey linen sleeve slowly dyeing red with blood. She decided not to jump. I’m not surprised. She was always skittish, hesitant; she didn’t have what it takes. Not like me. Two. No bang, instead a strange, visceral scream; involuntary. Aspen jumped. Again, I could have predicted this. She was Oak’s deputy and she’d done most of the legwork for our plan; mapping routes, figuring out where we could tunnel, where we could climb and where we could run. It was Aspen who constantly reminded us that this w...
Mahira?
7 years. Am i right?""Yes sir""2 months. Am i right?""Yes sir.""Then how could you do it?"I flinched at the sudden raise in his voice and yes it was 7 years. 7 years since i realized that i wasn't fit for a normal 9 to 5 job and i wasn't made to be in the cage of protection but to fly in the sky of dangers. Nobody ever "Answer when you are supposed to , Officer Mahira."I knew the answer yet i couldn't form words for it.Maybe somewhere in me the syllables got caught between the pools of numbness I went through the past weeks. My eyes wandered to my mother, my teammates and particularly to the v...
The Barbershop Closet
Start your story with one character making a vow they never would have made the year before.Never in my life did I expect to be behind the wheel of a spaceship, 70 lightyears from Earth, vowing to never again step foot into a barbershop closet. And it all began with a bad hair day.Picture a warm summer’s day, ice cream dripping off the freckled chins of girls, boys screams chasing one another through grass, a feeling of joy in the air. That afternoon, I decided my hair was too long.It stuck out in jagged peaks, tangled too easily, was a nightmare to comb out every morning. A crumpled 20 in han...