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Submitted to Contest #288
The view from the ledge of the mossy plateau allowed Henna to observe the menacing canopy of the tri-colored trees that filled the gorge below her. Here, the air was pure and revitalizing. Her wind spirit companion twirled around her, playfully nudging her cheeks and momentarily distracting her from the spiraling worries plaguing her mind. “You’re feeling spry.” Henna noted. The sparrow-sized spirit nodded vigorously and summersaulted in loopty-loop fashion for adde...
Submitted to Contest #280
-Once upon a time, deep in an enchanted forest, there was…*Noooo!-What’s wrong Fletch?*That’s where your story was laast week!-Oh. Okay… Mmmm…. Oh! Once upon a time on a planet in a distant galaxy far, far away…^Not that one either!-Why not Phoebes? I don’t think I’ve ever told you two a story set in space.^Not interested.-Alright then… What about a story that takes place on a farm in the old west?*What kind of farm?-A…^Booooooring!-What kind of story would you like to hear tonight then Phoebes? You seem to have something specific in mind.^P...
Submitted to Contest #277
(Warning: Contains death) Old age. An auspicious achievement earned through dedicated commitment. Or, perhaps, simply by fate. An indisputable testament to years of careful determination. And a rite of passage that many will never boast. But at what cost? What sacrifices are made, or taken, on this coveted journey? Like fingerprints, no two paths to it are the same. For many, though, it leads to a residential care facility. In other words, a nursing home. Places that are often overcrowded and understaffed. Funding is minimal and quality is f...
Submitted to Contest #275
“Are we there yet?” complained the small boy, for the fifth time now, as he follows me through my mage’s Moon Meadow; a garden which blooms at night. “Nearly, child.” I answered, glancing back at him. He was younger than the others; seeing only four winters and a spring, I’d say. His eyes are swollen and damp from crying. As expected. He did just witness the massacre of his village. Including his parents, elementals who tried to fight back. My mage received their distress call a...
Submitted to Contest #274
Thump, thump… thump… thump, thump. Its echo pulsates on the sound waves of the deafening silence cradling me. Darkness lurks in and around every nook. Blanketing the space within its clutch. Preventing any breech of light. With it brings an uneasy sense of every possible thing that resides in the depths of its confines. The chill that accompanies it penetrates my very core, turning my growing fear into shards of crystalline quartz that prod my every nerve ending. Hyper-aware and on-edge, I dare to reach out. For… what? I don’t know exac...
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