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Submitted to Contest #72
All that matters is the work. Everybody has different priorities, of course. Their entire lives are organised based on these. Things always happen as they were meant to be. All is as it should be. This is true for every human. Perlucidus, as per its creator’s endless wisdom, has seen to that. Ever since she can recall, Cody has been filled with the knowledge that she plays an important role in the puzzle that is humanity – that she matters. Like everyone, she is uniquely qualified for whatever might be her task. Perlucidus does not make m...
Submitted to Contest #71
Winters in New Amsterdam were never easy to deal with. Ever since the Emergence two centuries back, they’d grown harder – at least that was the talk among the inhabitants. In truth, cold winters came and went. Were some of the fluctuations due to variations in the magic field? Yes. That much could be proven. However, climate was always a result of nature and people meddling, be they regular humans, Cailleach or Cruthanna. It was unfortunate that many people chose not to see it that way. To them, it was always a specific group’s fault. Even w...
Submitted to Contest #70
When it rains, it pours. Or rather: When the glass shatters, everything breaks. In their case, it’s the entire universe. After the deed has been done, it’s easy to claim that it was an accident. I didn’t mean it rises to Henley’s lips even more often than I didn’t really do anything. She did, though, and she knows it. The mere lack of action is never enough of an excuse, enough of a get-out-of-jail-free card… …that is, if humanity (humanities?) didn’t have more pressing concerns right now than determining whether acute thumb-twiddling is ...
Submitted to Contest #58
Rising from the depths of sleep feels like swimming in syrup. Part of her doesn’t want to, knows that nothing good is waiting. Can’t be helped, though. Iron hooks drag her mind up, out of the psychedelic subconscious, into colourless reality. She finds herself back in her body, and it’s…it’s cold. Her heartbeat picks up, her breathing quickens. What is…is she lying on the floor? Floor of where? Cold and hard. Metal. Without even realising that she’s doing this, she groans, blinks, opens her eyes with great effort, and… …and nothing. It’s ...
Submitted to Contest #15
The thing is, being oneself is hard. It’s always the advice one will get, of course, if one asks folks. Be yourself. Be honest. Be true. Be good. Don’t wear any masks. Don’t put on any airs. Don’t strive for something you cannot ever have. Don’t waste time and energy trying to become someone (something) that you are not. Be good. Be true. Be honest. Be yourself. Yeah. Most advice is doled out by well-meaning people who believe they’re doing you a massive favour by telling you how to improve your attitude – how to make the right choices, a...
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