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I never liked flying. The pressure changes always gave me headaches and the way the turbulence buffeted the plane jangled my nerves. It was a little better on this flight. At first.

When I returned from the lavatory, I noticed a number of seats were empty that had not been before.

I sat down and resumed reading my book. When I looked up, more people were gone.

I nudged the shoulder of the man in the seat ahead of me and got no response. He was ice cold.

In 250 words or less, tell us a story incorporating the elements in the picture. The 250 word limit will be strictly enforced.

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From our cutter, we could see the lights of the thing on the horizon. Radar was still telling us there was nothing there, but our own eyes said different.

We had heard the stories about this strange craft from the survivors we had picked up. Most of us hadn’t believed them.

I looked at the captain to see if he was going to order an intercept course. He just stood there transfixed.

In a moment, it didn’t matter anymore. The other craft had set an intercept course with us.

In 250 words or less, tell us a story incorporating the elements in the picture. The 250 word limit will be strictly enforced.

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It was the best time of my life. It wasn’t even a proper vacation – just an extra long weekend. I had practically no money, but I had managed to fall in with a fun crowd of people who bought me dinner and drinks. We went out clubbing and I met the most amazingly beautiful girl.

She and I strolled on the moonlit beach. We talked about everything. The sun came up and she was still there, as beautiful as ever. When I looked in her eyes I knew I never wanted to be anywhere but here or with anyone but her. It was a perfect moment.

“Johnson! Wake up, boy.” I heard the coarse voice of the guard. He clanged his club against the cell door. “You ain’t forgot what day it is, have you? It’s FRY-day. Get it? They’re gonna fry you today.”

I got it. Not that it mattered anymore. This wasn’t my first go-around, and it probably wouldn’t be my last. I smiled at the guard and made a mental note: You’re next, Sarge.

In 250 words or less, tell us a story incorporating the elements in the picture. The 250 word limit will be strictly enforced.

Please keep language and subject matter to a PG-13 level.

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Seth and Amos and I saw the fancy rig waiting outside as we walked up. The driver sat there stoically, waiting for his passenger to return.

There was no mistaking it. This was the Amish mafia. Somebody must’ve failed to show up to the midnight barn raising.

Now there would be a shunning going on – a brutal shunning, indeed. To our everlasting shame, we averted our eyes and quickly walked by.

Yet, we were not to escape unscathed. As we turned the corner, we saw the carriage start our way. The driver’s eyes bore at us. Just when it seemed there was no escape…

In 250 words or less, tell us a story incorporating the elements in the picture. The 250 word limit will be strictly enforced.

Please keep language and subject matter to a PG-13 level.

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