Diner Time
by Kroburg

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David's head shot up. Voices. He had heard voices. His eyes darted around, ears straining, beak full of ill-gotten gains. If they found him here, stuffing his face, he would be done for. He couldn't get caught! He had just got his 3 lb loser pin!

Then he heard it again. Laughing and talking. Coming his way! With a muffled squack he swallowed his mouthful down, just as they entered the room.

They stopped. They looked. First at him, fish oil dripping down his beak. Then down at the now devastated plate of after-meeting refreshments.

"Oh David..." she began.

Midway
by Yo_Spiff

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Travel the universe, they said. You'll be a changed Blaxor, they said. As another of those pathetic creatures climbed up his back and slid with glee down his giant tongue, he cursed his lack of mobility in this oppressive atmosphere. Stuck on a backwards planet and resembling, in all his miserable lack of fortune, a plaything of these primitive savages, he silently wished a pox on his friends and family at home across the galaxy.

He was in hell.

Ring out the Old, Ring in the New! (Ode to 2012)
by rockyrajan

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The radio crackled into life.

"Alpha 9 to base. Alpha 9 to base. We have contact, I repeat, we have contact."

From his vantage point in the alley he continued to watch his quarry. He watched as the man entered the shop, and he tensed. It seemed like hours. Weeks. Yet eventually the man came back out, a package in hand, and the tension was released. The man in the alley grinned, and the radio crackled once more.

"Alpha 9 to base. We have chocolate. I repeat, chocolate."

"Thank you Alpha 9. Now follow your dad home so I can act surprised."

The man chuckled. He had a strange family, but he loved them.

Shard
by DistantColours

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In the last defense of human kind, it was the timely invention of the laser towers that saved us. Little did we know then that the towers would independently decide that WE were as much a threat as anything they had defended. Little did we know that our true end would be by our own hands, by such... Beauty.

Under the Moonlight
by onar

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Gasping for breath, his muscles no longer willing to work, he collapsed to the rocky shore and sat cradling the bundle he had dragged, with the very last of his strength, from the waters. Miraculously, it moved in his arms, and in the pale light of the moon a glint of life shone up at him. So they sat together for a time, gathering strength, and while he watched the ship they had come from disappear beneath the waves, he began to weep. For all that they had lost, but also for what he had managed to preserve. Under wet and tussled hair, his small daughter gazed up at him, tears in her own eyes. Frightened in the dark.

"It will be ok now." he cooed, trying to be strong.

"It will all be OK."

tulum
by nixter

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The Queen stood proudly, for she had finally succeeded where so many had failed, and while this latest batch of her conquests boiled for her dinner she knew. At long last, it would be the Rise of the Iguana.

The Plan
by rooum

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With the last whispers of what had come before, the child stood alone, talisman in hand. Before him, horrors uncounted. The attack had been swift. Devastating. They had come from the skies. The trees. The cliffs. From everywhere. They had come in numbers untold, winged death, leaving little alive in their wake. Yet seemingly as soon as it had started, it was over, and he stood alone. He should have been ruined, traumatized, yet a power radiated from him. Something stronger than a mere toddler that gazed upon a scene of pain and death.

Tiny little fingers tightened around the feather he had plucked from the ground, and as he gazed upon the dark, winged, screeching mass that now shrunk into the distance he began to grin and in his eyes a hardened glint.

Somehow, there would be revenge, and he would never forget.

Aurora´s Dance
by Structor

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Contrary to popular belief, they came not under a banner of peace. Not in an armada of war and death. Not hidden behind the moon. No, they came under camouflage created by the very planet that birthed us. That nourished us. That, until now, protected us.

One cliche remained, however. The end of the human race would be completed in an atmosphere of poisonous green.

Grand Tetons
by jcar

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The wind rolled off the frigid peaks, a slight breeze at first, whispering to the huddled congregation, touching their cheeks with a hint of chill, an icy kiss. At the edge a lone watcher glanced up as a shadow began to creep, and frowned. No, he thought to himself, it was too early. Too soon. They should still have weeks. Merely a squall. A short summer rain, certainly. Yet within moments the breeze became a persistent howl. The shadow deepened. The sun, which had been warm and lazy only an hour before, had become so much a ghost. The watcher stood and stared, and found himself bracing against sudden gusts that threatened to strip the very warmth from his bones. Shouts from behind grew in frequency and intensity as the gathering screamed to begin to pack up. To move. NOW.

Yet he knew it was too late. What was coming was too early, and too fierce, and they, they were too late. Had no warning. Had no time.

A single flake of snow fell past his eyes in a final moment of calm, and then the gale hit, and a white darkness came that smelled of wintry death.

The mountains had come for them.

Thankfully Feasting
by Lydia

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Looks like you got your revenge for that ridiculously stupid DQ in the original "Feast" challenge. I hope council is STILL hanging their head in shame over that one.