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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!“
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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!!!
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Title: Growing up
Characters: Zeke Tyler, Casey Connor, mention of Deliah Profitt
Prompt: Yahtzee - picture with balloons
Words: 418

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„So, where are we going first?“ With a wide grin, Casey closed the door of the GTO. „The second-hand bookshop, the photostudio, or the thrift store?“

„Maybe later. First, we need to buy some party supplies.“

Casey blinked, confused. „You are going to have a party?“

„Not exactly a party.“ Zeke shrugged. „But I think it can't hurt to buy some colorful balloons and a welcome banner. That's what friends do when someone is having a baby, right?“

„Oh!“ For a moment, Casey didn't know what to say. „Delilah?

„Well, I guess she can need a little cheer-up.“

„It's not easy for her,“ Casey agreed. „After this prick vanishing in thin air overnight after getting to know about her pregnancy. But to be honest, I am surprised that you care so much about her lately. It is not that you and Del were ever pretty close.“

„She's quite okay, after leaving her 'I am the queen of Herrington High' behaviour behind. For a while, I was sure that she would go for adoption. But she is doing great so far. Maybe, with a bit of help, she will turn into a good mother.“

Casey chuckled. „And you want to offer this help?“

„Why not? It's not that I have much to do at the moment. You will go to college soon.“

„I am moving to Akron; that's not the end of the world.“

„I know. But I will miss it anyway; hanging around with you at the bleachers, sharing a lab table. Teamwork in my garage. Not everything at school was bad.“

„No shit! What's happened with Zeke Tyler, the famous rebel from Herrington High?“

„Shut up!“ Zeke turned around to the entrance of the mall. „So, were are we going first? The shop for gift items or the baby store? Delilah is gushing non-stop about this baby sling, her midwife has told her about; maybe we can get one for her. And a teddy. Every little girl needs a teddy.“

„A girl?“

„Michelle, that's her name. Del told me this morning. And she asked me to be her godfather.“

„Oh!“ Casey jerked to a hold. „She did what? And when did you want to tell me this news?“

Zeke rolled his eyes. „When you stop asking stupid questions,“ he said. „It's nothing big!“

Inwardly chuckling, Casey followed his friend into the mall. It was hard to believe how much Zeke had changed over the last months.
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Title: A Future for the Children
Characters: Jeremiah
Prompt: 7 days, 7 stories / post-apocalyptic
Words: 672

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Jeremiah didn't find much sleep this night. His thoughts were circling around Libby, and Smith, and the future of the world.

Libby, the woman he had loved, so funny, so smart, so pretty. He had trusted her blindly, but she had betrayed him. Not only him, but all the good he did believe in, all the people living on the Mountain.

It had almost broken him. Only his hatred of Smith had kept him alive. Without this weird little guy who insisted on being god's messenger, nothing of all would have happened. Libby would still be at his side, her betrayal never revealed. What did he care about the consequences? What did he care about the world? He would have done all to get Libby back. But this would never happen; all that was left behind was a grave, deep in the woods, no one knew about but him.

Jeremiah stared at the paper in front of him; so much time had passed since he had written the last letter to his father. Only to burn it at the end. A comforting ritual that had kept him alive all these years. Fifteen years since a virus had killed all adults, including his parents.

When Libby stepped into his life, he no longer needed this ritual. He had shared all his thoughts and feelings with her, and he had felt alive like he hadn't since these horrible days. When she died, all she left behind was darkness and hate, much too disturbing to put into words.

Today, though, something unexpected had happened. He had met Rose, Smith's daughter. A little girl, maybe six years old, with long blonde hair, a red shirt, and flap trousers. She had looked at him with her green-brown eyes, so similar to Smith's, and anger, ever hate, had crept up in him. But when he wanted to turn away quickly, well knowing that nothing that had happened was her fault, she had grabbed his hand. „My dad found a kitten mom with her babies in the woods. Do you want to see them?“ And against his will, he hadn't been able to refuse. For the first time in weeks, he had left all pain and grief behind, hadn't had a thought for Libby for some time. So scaring, so confusing, but yet...

He grabbed the last remaining pencil, thinking that he would have to find a new one soon. Dear Dad, he wrote. I know, it has been much too long since the last letter. I lost myself in a dream and almost couldn't find the way back. All you told me once, all that kept me going all the time, suddenly had lost any meaning. But today, a little girl reminded me of one of our last conversations.

Can you still remember your words? Mom was gone, and it was only a matter of time before you would follow her. No chance for the adults to survive. I was young, I was confused and scared, and I asked you to take me with you.

But you put your hands on my shoulder, and told me that giving up is never an option. I want you to live, Jeremiah, I want all the children to live, you have told me. I want to believe that, in the end, something good will come out of war, and destruction, and death. The adults have failed. Maybe the world needs to fall apart to be open for a new beginning. A future for the children, a chance to make it better next time.

Jeremiah paused shortly, re-reading his words. He felt tears burning in his eyes; since Libby's death, he hadn't been able to cry. To mourn about his lost dream, about the woman he had loved. Still loved, maybe he would never stop loving her, despite the dark secrets she had carried around. But finally, he could feel some peace, some hope again.

He put the pencil down, grabbed the letter, and held it nearer to the candle. Watched the flames eating it up. He felt at one with the world around him, dark and torn apart, but ready for the first hesitant steps back into the light. Well knowing that the way would not be an easy one, but it needed to be gone. For the future of the children.
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Title: The Discovery of Fear
Characters: Adalind Schade
Prompt: 7 days, 7 stories / fear
Words: 286

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Shaking all over, despite the stormy weather not caring about a coat, Adalind left the house, well knowing that she would never come back here. She was grown up with the knowledge that being a Hexenbiest made her one of the most powerful Wesen on earth. There weren't many who could turn into a danger for her; she could control most of them with only a snip of her fingers. And how much she had enjoyed this.

Cold rain hit her face, making her shudder. A first wave of fear crept through her body. A new feeling. Never before had she felt so helpless, so alone. Not longer was she part of the game. The beast turned into a weak woman. A human, weak woman.

It felt like a nightmare, but she knew she wouldn't wake up from it. She had been careless, though she should have known better. Never underestimate a Grimm! How often had her mother warned her? She hadn't listened; had been deceived by his handsome facade, by his eyes, which sometimes looked so warm and gentle, and by his smile, which he never showed her.

Full of excitement, she had waited for the fight... and then she had lost. She had known it the moment she could taste his blood on her lips. The blood of a Grimm was the end of every Hexenbiest. Tonight, she had lost not only her power but also her family, her friends, her whole life. Forced to spend the rest of her time alone because she didn't belong anywhere.

She ignored the tears burning in her eyes, another new experience, and she started walking aimlessly down the road. Soon enough, the darkness had swallowed her up.

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