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Submitted to Contest #311
They said that the Erways could only be killed with wood. All Elyssa had on her side was a metal dagger and whimsical sword, Miner. Elyssa pressed her back up against a tree as she caught her breath, exhausted from the sprint she had been making. She needed to get an idea of the layout and where she was. Also, how far away the four Erway soldiers were from her location. She didn’t dare to look back though as to reveal her location if they were close. Her eyes strained as she realized their sight was not the only sense that could be used to i...
Submitted to Contest #309
Every weekend for the past three years, I would find sanctuary in the third floor library of my neighborhood and read a book. Each morning when I arrived, the head librarian, Linda, would greet me with a smile and ask how my week had been. Linda is the typical archetype of a librarian, a frail, kind woman hunched over reading her daily book. She had large crystal glasses that would rest on the tip of her nose and connected to a beaded string necklace wrapped around the back of her neck. She wore bright chunky jewelry and a signature red lips...
Submitted to Contest #307
It had been around three weeks since I had been trapped in this cave. Lanora Elder, one of the most powerful witches in the Northern continent, had locked me in a cage only about 6 by 6 feet wide. Barely large enough for me to lay down and sleep without having to curl my knees to my chest. The floor was but a slat of metal that riddled me with icy coolness every time I laid down. It always took me a few minutes to adjust to the temperature at the end of each night but I had slowly learned to get used to it.I had hardly understood why I was t...
Submitted to Contest #305
At the intersection, I could go right and head home — but turning left would take me to the nearby quarry where my best friend, Caroline, and I met back in eighth grade. Back then while my mom was working her typical afternoon shifts at the diner, I would stop by Majes Quarry to soak in the remaining sunlight of the day while leaning back on a pine tree. The blue collar employees had typically left for the day once I had arrived so I would sit in silence and scrounge down on the other half of my sandwich I saved from my lunch that day. My mo...
Submitted to Contest #302
Two travelers set out West towards the lowering sun as they forged their journey to their homestead. Well, the homestead of one of them. Little Hollin Neason had started his journey back to his home town in Weston after receiving a letter from his mother the previous week. A raggedy piece of paper, undoubtedly affected by the unsettling weather that had visited the region, was delivered to him via courier as he lounged in his villa in Montog. A rugged man had knocked on his door alerting him out of his relaxation. As he peered out the window...
Submitted to Contest #288
It had been three straight weeks of clouds and grey in Chicago. June had just started and Lucy Freedman was more than ready for Summer to begin. It had been a month since the tragic passing of her grandmother, Mary, and in her grief, Lucy attempted to focus on all the things that make her happy. One of those things being sunlight and summer. To Lucy, there was nothing better than stepping outside in the morning, looking up at the sky, and seeing the sun greet her with warmth and light. However, after her grandmother passed, the warmth and th...
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