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Submitted to Contest #313
A Memory Dressed in SmokeBy: The Wayward Resonant It was raining outside again. Had been for at least the last forty nights. I stopped counting after the first half dozen. The kind of rain that doesn’t fall. Just sits in the air.Suspended. Waiting.Like the world was holding its breath and didn’t remember how to let go. I was leaning back in the chair—old leather, broken in like a bad habit. Feet up on the desk. Cigar burning slow between two fingers. A sweating glass of ignored whiskey sitting on a coaster that had seen better days. The old ...
Submitted to Contest #312
The Echo of Our IntentionBy The Wayward Resonant The stars were long dead.Nothing more than cold, lifeless chunks of forgotten rock.But the static remained—a gentle pull against the entropy of forever. You’d think by now the void would’ve swallowed every trace of them—every echo, every error, every name—but sound has a way of lingering in the bones of a thing, long after the voice that made it is gone. I followed that sound.Not because I wanted to. Not even because I chose to. I just did—maybe out of habit, or longing, or loneliness. I didn’...
Submitted to Contest #204
"eh, Lass?" Prodded the dwarf. As Willaims discarded the unconscious drifter on a nearby cot. The bunker had been transformed from an empty storage room to a makeshift infirmary. The village survivors all huddled together within that sanctuary. When Willaims didn't respond and showed no intention of stopping, The old dwarf angrily waved the girl off with a disgruntled "Bah!.." Williams, feeling like she just needed to 'go'. An indescribable urge to just walk away. She did just that. She didn't know where she would go, nor did...
Submitted to Contest #199
Having hit a rough patch, Thomas faces a tough ultimatum from his guild employer, Mistress Victoria- turn things around or be let go. Thomas took a long draw from his cigar. The cherry burned red against the draw of his breath as the dim light of smoldering tobacco flushed his bearded, middle-aged features in a fleeting flare of crimson and shade. Most of his face was obscured within the shadow of his western-style leather hat and its large brim. It was his signature look, the western hat and long trenchcoat helped ...
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