Day 33

This is a continuation of Day 31 (part six!). Prompt: What's behind the door? Why is it closed?   Johns lowers me slowly, the darkness obscuring my descent. I count four guards on my way down, tugging on the rope. Johns stops lowering me, and I fire a dart into the opposite wall, pulling myself over …

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Dad’s D-33

In the hallway, outside the classroom, after the bell beginning third hour had rung, the students remained where they were, the door to their classroom locked.  A third of the students were clustered in the middle of the hall, like the densely packed nucleus of an atom--neutrons and protons in tight formation, with no objective …

Day 32

New prompt! This one should allow me to go rogue and continue the cyberpunk detective story I've been adding to (Days 19, 24, 27, 30, and 31). To kick the week off, though, I'll start a new story. Prompt: What's behind the door? Why is it closed?   I lower my gun and move toward …

Day 31

This is a continuation of Day 30.   We spend the next few hours creating a list of places my parents might be. If Krex is to be believed, there are only three black sites close enough. Johns reluctantly hands me the holodeck, and I wave goodbye. I promised to wait, to not check any …

Dad’s D-30

A continuation of Day 25 in which Wendy sits on the third-floor porch of a frat house, avoiding the party that is going on below.  A friend, Max, has joined her.   “I think I’ve had too much beer,” Max said, staring over the edge of the third-floor balcony on which he and Wendy sat. “Everyone …

Day 30

Today is a continuation of Day 27.   The house is dark when I get back, and I curse under my breath. Johns is sitting in the living room, playing with the holodeck I've been using to convince the house I'm still inside "Nice trick," he says without looking up from the puzzle. "Three years …

Day 29

Prompt: Write about staying quiet when you feel like shouting.   I shut the door, letting my forehead fall against it with a resounding thud. That went well, I think to myself. I consider thunking my forehead against the door again but decide a drink might be a better cure. The bar is a mess from …