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Title: The Red Car
Characters: Zeke Tyler, Casey Connor
Prompt: Yahtzee - picture of a parking lot
Words: 268

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Zeke stopped beside his friend, smirking slightly. „I don't get it, what's so interesting about this photo? You are standing here for already half an hour, and for sure it is not the Mona Lisa.“

Casey laughed. „The Mona Lisa is a painting from the 16th century; this is modern photography. Both are mindblowing in their own way; you can't compare them.“

„Hm. But all I see here are cars. And even more cars. And... well, cars. Black and white and grey cars in a large parking lot. “

„Look again!“

Zeke shrugged. „C'mon, spit it! What do I overlook?“

„The red car. Almost hidden between all the others. Most people won't take any notice of it, like you don't. But it's still there, defending its place among all the black and white and grey. “ Casey pointed at the small badge below the photo. Waiting for the right moment, was written there. 1969, by Peter Williams. Columbus, Ohio. „I have never heard of him before, but this photo is such a smart composition. I could stand here for hours, waiting for the right moment when the red car finally comes to life. I am sure, at the end, it will get all the attention it deserves.“

„Okay!“ Zeke scratched the back of his head. „I'm afraid I will never understand photo geeks like you. Sorry!“

Casey grinned. „That's okay. I love you anyway.“ He placed a fleeting kiss on his boyfriend's cheek. „Thank you for visiting this photo exhibition with me today. Next week, we will go on a long road trip. Promised!“

Title: Trapped in a Labyrinth of Infinity
Characters: Zeke Tyler, Casey Connor, mention of Deliah Profitt
Prompt: Yahtzee - picture of a girl in a labyrinth
Words: 566

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„Hey, geek boy,“

Casey barely looked up. “Hi!“

Zeke frowned, alarmed. „Okay, what's wrong?“

„I am fine!“

„No, you are not, don't try to fool me. What is it? A nightmare again?“

"Not exactly a nightmare." A deep sigh. „Do you think we can go visit Delilah today?“

Zeke kept quiet. Not how he had pictured spending the day. Visiting Delilah at the hospital would bring back lots of memories he preferred not to think about. Thoughtfully, he eyed his friend. He was pale; for sure, he hadn't slept well during the last nights. „Will you ever stop tormenting yourself?“ he asked. „It is not your fault what happened to her. It's actually no one's fault. No one was prepared for an alien queen, trying to take over the world.“

Casey shrugged. „If I hadn't hesitated... maybe I would have been at the swimming pool in time to save her, too.“

„If you had been there in time, you would be locked up at the hospital's lab with Delilah now.“ Zeke shuddered visibly; he preferred not to picture this. No one should be forced to exist like that; not dead, but neither alive. A kind of a zombie; Delilah was able to breathe, to move awkwardly. The sounds she made were not human; her eyes, hidden behind thick sunglasses because she couldn't bear daylight any longer, were dark and empty. She had nothing in common anymore with the pretty, smart cheerleader bitch she had been once. And no one, no doctor, no professor, no expert in the whole world had been able to help her so far.

To be honest, Zeke had never been a big fan of her, but even he felt miserable when thinking about her now. Maybe it would have been better if she hadn't survived that night. Better for her, better for the world. Better for Casey. Yes, he would mourn about her, but finally, he would be able to look forward again.

Now? The thought of Delilah tormented him every day anew. Although they had never been close friends, he had worked with her on the school's magazine, and she had respected him for his photography skills. Probably, Casey had saved the world when he finally, when everything seemed lost, stepped up against the alien queen. Everyone survived unharmed; even the infected people returned to their normal selves within a few days. Everyone but Delilah. Probably, she would continue to exist like a living dead until one day she would find salvation. And while everyone else called Casey a hero, he would never stop blaming himself for betraying her.

„It feels as if this is the place where I should be right now. She needs me!“ Casey looked at Zeke with his blue eyes wide open. „I know, you don't believe in this, but she calls for me in my dreams. She is still there, Zeke, and I need to reach out to her, to help her!“

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An endless, small way. High walls on both sides, built out of countless steel plates.

A young woman; brown hair, brown eyes, and glasses. Wearing a transparent, long dress. Her hands running over the cold, steely plates.

There was no escape from this labyrinth. She would wander around here forever. No past, no future. No memories.

Casey! Suddenly, a whisper in her mind. It got loud and louder. Casey! Casey!! Ca...sey!!!