Cajek Veilwinter

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2022

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“Grandmother's Amulet” by Cajek Veilwinter

Submitted to Contest #180

Rufus sat at the long table - already decorated for the holy day with dim candles and a few pewter statues of possums laboring - and stared down at his plate of roast vegetables and nuts. He knew that this was the moment he had been waiting for: the moment he could finally share his dream with his family. He took in a breath and tapped his glass goblet. "I know you all think I'm crazy," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "But I want to be an adventurer.” There were murmurs and sighs, but Rufus continued. “I want to see the world and ...

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“Tyr's Day Party” by Cajek Veilwinter

Submitted to Contest #178

Jack tapped on the glass of his window above the snowy streets. He was mandated to attend the Holy Day festivities at his place of employment: the Imperial Library - specifically the stacks, where he was a vermin exterminator. He stood and looked at himself in the mirror. He was in his finest coat, double breasted, along with the sharp little pants with the blue stripes down them. He reached for his falsetail on a hook on the wall and attached it to his backside. It was stiff, but non-foxes rarely knew. He fluffed his headfur and made su...

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“Grounded” by Cajek Veilwinter

Submitted to Contest #169

Arachne was stomping around her room - it was the most annoyed she’d ever been. Grounded? ...On Halloween, of all nights?! She wished the house was a little smaller so that her parents - who had violated the most sacred rule of the parents of magic users - could hear her little stomps down on the first floor.  “Sid, can you believe this?” Arachne asked her fluffy pink bed in consternation, picking up her favorite pink unicorn plush from off the floor. She waited, then looked underneath. Right when Arachne was lying on the fluf...

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“The Great Train Robbery of 1398” by Cajek Veilwinter

Submitted to Contest #168

Francis looked out the train window. He was in a private First Class car: Fine trimmings along the wall, a chandelier, and full of people dressed up for Christmas Eve dinner. The place smelled like roast turkey and apple pie with whipped cream. Not his idea of a good time, but a ride on this particular train was always a special treat. The train jolted a little as it moved away from the platform as the shades who checked travel documents floated through the aisle.  He turned to see if Molly was enjoying herself, but she was lying do...

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“Soft and Sweet and Intoxicating” by Cajek Veilwinter

Submitted to Contest #165

[This story contains a scene of violence.]Frank was against the wall for sure, now - literally.“Heh, n-now now,” the charming businessman said as the knife was pressed against his neck. “Let’s not do anything ra-”A large shadow on his still-trembling body and a pool of his blood stood still for a moment, then receded into the darkness.Mr. Frank Smithers - a prominent local businessman - had been found dead in a back alley by a homeless man early Saturday morning, his throat cut with a knife. Within half an hour, two detectives from the Empir...

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“After the Storm” by Cajek Veilwinter

Submitted to Contest #161

“It is no secret that Vulane’s finances were formidable,” the little creature said in his smart suit and glasses as he stood in the glorious Palace of Peace. “I am confident in saying that Vulane has at least twenty percent of all wealth in the world stored within its various accounts, buildings, and undiscovered cave systems.” The audience in attendance gasped. When the tribunal suddenly erupted in ‘debate’ over which country could claim the fallen state of Vulane as their own, Tys’s ringed tail retracted and poofed up as he sat down. Tys...

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“Never Trust an Icosohedron” by Cajek Veilwinter

Submitted to Contest #159

“How dare you refuse me a discount, mortal!” The icosohedron yelled, nearly rattling the wooden walls of Kerrik’s damp apartment above the goldsmith. “Shh!” Kerrik said in a loud whisper. “You don’t want the neighbors to hear us, do you? Also, I’m not exactly mortal myself,” he said, pulling at his gray flesh. Kerrik’s client turned a shade of green usually reserved for the freshest lettuce. Kerrik sighed, smoothed out his new coat and tricorn hat and sat back down.  “I told you before, you folks are new. You’re not made of cotton...

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“Spaces between Mirrors” by Cajek Veilwinter

Submitted to Contest #158

Jack - known to his admirers and his mother as ‘Szal’ - sat on the applecrate in his cluttered little apartment above a lonely bookshop and leaned in to his large, ornate mirror. The young vulpine mage tried to look beyond the edges - to the left, and then to the right - his blue eyes scanning for any sign of his benefactor.  “The Museum of Transgressions is real, master!” He said to the mirror, a little too excitedly, “And, on top of that, I obtained the compass that will lead us there.” If Jack successfully stole the robes of Sava...

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“Tea Parties and Cockroach Cults” by Cajek Veilwinter

Submitted to Contest #157

Marcel crawled on his little elbows deeper into the crawlspace of the mayor’s house. “Do you see anything yet?” The mayor called down. Marcel grumbled. “Just a moment, please,” Marcel called back. There were very few jobs for possums and even fewer for possums who happened to be mages. He closed his eyes and sniffed.  Ah, there you are. He turned down an alternate tunnel - one dug by the cockroaches themselves. Got you now you little... The little vermin had dug under the mayor’s house - starting in the basement, they had du...

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“Squirrel Blood” by Cajek Veilwinter

Submitted to Contest #154

It has been forty years since our cult has met. I am still here in the woods: carving the visage of our God - missing my friends but missing my God even more. The pine trees outside swayed as the lightning and thunder remarked on the wind. I refresh and refresh on my rectangle... and the trees outside sway. My eyes. I could feel my eyes burn as the blue light filled me with things that I had not felt since the Visiting. I could hear screams deep in the forest. I could see the rectangle’s feed and I feel the harbinger of my god feeding...

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“The Heist of Tarot Bell” by Cajek Veilwinter

Submitted to Contest #152

Skilled mages know the difference between seeing the future and divination: Divination - using cards or bones or the stars or such - gives a vague answer for a question asked about some distant future. Actually seeing the future can only happen if the future is definite... which lets one see about ten or so seconds into the future: longer if one limits one’s view to the immediate region. My grandmother was a ninja - able to see her opponent’s moves a full fifteen seconds into the future if she focused. I tried my hand behind the tarot desk...

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“Horror to Hope” by Cajek Veilwinter

Submitted to Contest #151

After fifteen brutal years of adventure, love, and loss, I had finally found the doorway on the wooded island again.  Had it really been that long? Had I really been merely a child since I had stepped through it? A lot had happened. So much so that I was overwhelmed and merely laughed when I saw it again - like seeing an old, sardonic friend at an obscure cafe. I placed myself at the bottom of a tree and just looked at it. It looked pretty much the same as it did when I was little. I wondered if I could destroy it, but I had lost ...

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“The History of the Future” by Cajek Veilwinter

Submitted to Contest #150

Mr. Forma’s eyes pointed in opposite directions behind his huge glasses. He was covered in a blanket and shivered as he spoke, a sickly smile on his face revealing his weird teeth. Other than being strangely unsettling, he was polite: he had apologized for the warmth of the room already.“In the future, people will worship the algorithm like they used to worship God.”I wiped the sweat off my brow. The heater was going full blast in the little apartment. I took a seat and drank another glass of lemonade.“You big on computers, Mr. Forma?”He smi...

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“The Shrouded Widow” by Cajek Veilwinter

Submitted to Contest #149

The Shrouded Widow lit one last candle in her office when she heard a knock. Her black shroud covering every last inch of her face and form. “Who is it, Albert?” She asked softly, turning - the breeze from her shroud causing the candle to flicker. “A petitioner, my lady. A young man who wishes to join the syndicate.” She walked to the tall wooden door and opened it, revealing her old and trusted manservant and a young man in clothes just as old, bearing an eyepatch. He bowed with a flourish of his tall hat. “My lady,” he said. “My na...

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“The Crimson Diary” by Cajek Veilwinter

Submitted to Contest #148

Lady Brackvark had sent her manservant to the constables to complain about her neighbor, Lady Razia, and her raucous party. This was nothing new: Lady Razia was always throwing parties of some kind in her salon, and Lady Brackvark was a jealous, acrimonious old badger who longed for the days when she would be invited to such parties.This party was unusual, though, as it had been snowing heavily: Enough to deaden most noise. The constables - mostly collies and a few bloodhounds - assumed that Lady Brackvark was simply complaining again and ga...

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Author bio

Veilwinter.com ~~~~~~~~~~~~ I write fantasies, mysteries, and horror... usually with cute anthro characters, like a fantasy Zootopia or Redwall with magic! I always appreciate constructive feedback :) I'm also an editor: Let me know if you'd like me to glance at your work and give feedback (for a comment and like :D).