The Clone Technician's Notes to his Apprentice
Observe the muscle rise and clamber onto bone. The ligaments and sinews will thread the ghost of movement through each minute vault in the architecture of the…
One word: Made
What images, feelings, and stories does the word MADE create in your mind? I realized that this word can mean many different things. It spawned of a myriad of ideas. Aha! A challenge! Include the word _made_ in your story, title, or tags as you tell me the first (or second or third) thing that comes into your mind when you hear the word. Multiple entries allowed. I would usually give some hints here, but I do not want to influence you in any way. :) All genres accepted, winner based on strongest writing, evoking the most reaction, be it positive or negative.
Challengers
9 entriesMade in America
Donnie thumbed a crease out of his otherwise perfect white cuff. His hands didn’t look any different today. He knew that blood didn’t really stain skin but he…
Cyborgs
They were made from the flesh of our brothers Chosen for their obedience and willingness To sacrifice their individuality For a society willing to sacrifice…
Creation
I felt a powerful surge of déjà vu when Forge #14’s guard plating disengaged and retracted, the great machine spinning down from manufacture speed. Supported…
Marital Bliss Made Less or More
Roy came blundering through the kitchen door, slamming it hastily behind him. His eyes were wide behind the wire rimmed glasses, and his chest heaved. Miriam…
Hospital Corners
Ma always demanded that my brother and I set everything to rights each morning when we were kids. The desk had to be neat and tidy, the floor clear of…
"Made:" Awful, Damning Evidence!
I’ve hated “made” since I was a bonny maid of 8. Me and my mate, Matt Maitland, made fun of “made” in school, till Ma warned me she’d make me meet my Maker if…
Mounties Against Drunk Equestrianism
Hank pushed through the swinging doors and stared slowly across the sky. He said goodbye to another saloon, in a cold Manitoba town, under another tequila…
Confession Made
I used to think that I had it MADE. Life was grand. Life was a piece of cake. IN the palm of my hand. Handed on a silver platter. I had my friends. I had my…