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Hai's Relay - Ebb and Flow Quest by USSRamshack, literature

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Hai's Relay - Ebb and Flow Quest

Intro: The Ocean’s waves syphoned their strength into the dwindling remnants of a shore, massive arcs of water shrinking into a polite spill over the sand. A low-hanging sun baked the shore into a bright orange color. Hai stuck out like a balloon in the snow. He was outstretched over the beach, tide tickling his toes, with his legume leaves rustling in the wind. Another lazy day in paradise. His tiny green eyes squinted out of their unfocused stare into the sky when a dark blur moved in the way. The warm coat of sun on his skin chilled under a tall shadow. He tried ignoring the shape, but the grunt and shuffle of a familiar creature started burrowing at his side, and that was harder to ignore. Hai turned his large head, cheek pillowed against the sand, to look at the juvenile crocodile smiling at him. It’s jaw was long and toothy, split in a dumb grin as it dug at Hai’s side. Sand kicked up under the creature’s claws, and its enchanted back fins bobbled from side to side in

In the Corn - Part 3 by USSRamshack, literature

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In the Corn - Part 3

CW: for descriptions of kidnapping and implied childhood trauma. Cole took a slow breath of chilled, stale air. His hands were spread out in front of him, palms-down. The metal table he sat in front of was cold, and by pressing his hands against the shrill surface and concentrating, Cole was able to keep himself from shaking. Even as he dragged his eyes up to the black lens recording him from the top corner of the interrogation room, one breath at a time kept him calm. That morning on his way to work, he saw lights flash in his rear-view mirror and pulled over to the gravel shoulder for Sheriff Flint to park behind him. Cole always kept his window rolled down, forcing himself to stay open. Even today, having some idea of what was coming, he let his arm hang out the side while threading his thumb between his fingers in an anxious tick. Flint walked up with heavy, preoccupied steps. “Cole,” he said simple, and Cole nodded in return. The Sheriff’s eyes had hard lines hanging under

Waves of Age by USSRamshack, literature

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Waves of Age

Rahmah felt the shattered crest of the earth beneath his feet, a million scorched grains of rock callously discarded together across ever-stretching spans of desert. His time on the baked and barren flats of the world blurred together in the haze of heat mirage. Step after heavy step took him in a scarred path that cut through the biome in a hapless meander. He had seen the arid wanderer in all her aloof glory, followed the wafting of her meditations until they ran as dry as everything else, and found himself spat back into the dunes like one more grain of sand. The reality hurt him over time. In truth, he would rather be a drop in the ocean than a grain in the desert. At least then he would be cool, he could float when he no longer felt like swimming. Here, every inch of progress meant another heavy step, and he always picked up the precise place he left off. As time blurred, so did his grounding to the material world. Old memories trickled up like the fumes of deep, under-earth

In the Corn - Part 2 by USSRamshack, literature

Literature

In the Corn - Part 2

CW: for descriptions of kidnapping and implied childhood trauma. Micah panted, lake water dripping down his back into a puddle around his toes. The girl standing in front of him was about his age, maybe fifteen, and thin as a city scarecrow. He wasn’t used to being watched by a girl, so when he spotted her staring from the road trail, it plum flustered him. The timing of Toby chucking him into the water was actually great, as the unexpected dunking did well to hide his red cheeks. She said she was waiting for someone, and Micah had to hide his excitement with an extra dose of nonchalance. He and his two buddies could absolutely help her kill time, especially with Cole on his way to fish with them. Whoever she had coming could join in, of course, but Micah sure didn’t mind adding a girl to things. Heck, maybe her friend was a girl, too. When she tensed her shoulders up, he could make out the bright blue straps of a bathing suit under her shirt. Micah swallowed hard. Suddenly

In The Corn - Part 1 by USSRamshack, literature

Literature

In The Corn - Part 1

A rooster sang through humid air thick with wheat-dust. Cicadas rang in a supporting choir as stark sunlight bleached the sky with dusk colors. The combined bouquet of senses woke Jenna Morris up each morning. Her first week visiting her grandparents’ farm was something like out of a storybook, but now it had been six months. She had read this book before and was less enchanted with each passing day. Climbing out from under her bed’s thick, quilted blanket, she looked out the window to see a tired, beige view and smell a musky, farm smell. There were already chickens roaming the front yard and the faint smell of coffee down the hall, so Jenna knew her grampa was awake. Then she heard the faint jingle of the cat’s bell collar ringing through the house, which meant her grandma was up making breakfast. Jenna didn’t want another country breakfast. She was tired of eating eggs and cornbread over cloth napkins embroidered with some unknown

Leveling Up - A Step Towards Purpose by USSRamshack, literature

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Leveling Up - A Step Towards Purpose

Hands hit dirt and became paws. Five fingers shrank into three toes. With the heavy collide of form to earth rattled with one harsh and resounding edict: Life was lesser, now. First the esk thought he was lesser only in form. Yes, there was no longer a flexibility capable of grasping involved in his hands. He wasn’t as tall, either, which bothered him more than he anticipated. His senses were less keen, or more accurately they were changed into something else entirely, but all the same, the honed skills of sight and sound that were adapted from years of hunting were no longer with him. Instead, the intrusive sense of aura overwhelmed him. He didn’t see a squirrel skittering ahead so much as he felt it there, and visualized it through a purely psychological sense. He was also less agile. His form, which he quickly came to realize was similar to that of a smaller than average dog, was clumsy. There was little strength to the back legs, and a tail as large as he was had to constantly