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Courtney Myers

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Butterfly Effect

Submitted to Contest #35

No… This can’t be. This can’t be! Clock, I checked you twice before I went to bed last night. How could you betray me? We were only supposed to go forward one hour. One hour!Not over a month!My arms pinched sore, I stare at what my awake twenty/twenty vision and sober, neurotypical brain insist is true: I went to bed last night near the beginning of March and woke up at the end of April. The voice of some woman talk show host, the latest in a long line of inarguable proofs discovered on TV, the internet, and my dorm’s morning newsletter, dro...

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Fantasy and Reality

Submitted to Contest #34

I watch the rain pattering on the window. There’s no gentle wind or thunder, but that’s fine; it beats the ice and snow we endured not too long ago. The lawn and trees especially seem greener and perkier, their newly-growing spring foliage swaying beneath the drab gray clouds floating overhead.Then, a stranger holding a tattered umbrella and wearing sanitary gear walks onto our neighborhood's pock-marked street. He glances toward me, and I look away, back to my second-hand computer. My eyes then dance across a news article published minutes ...

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The Rollercoaster

Submitted to Contest #33

I look at my hair in the mirror. Fiddle with the short, layered ruin. A few hours ago, it was ear-length, straight, and glossy, just how I liked it, just how I told the perky blonde pimpernel behind the scissors and a pair of gigantic diamond earrings that I wanted to keep it.“But every girl with your face and complexion wants this haircut,” the African-American version of Dolly Parton piped as she locked a papery black sheet around my neck, “and they all look absolutely gorgeous, too!”I told her thanks but no, thanks. Just a little off the ...

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Nurture: A Story of the Peacemakers Saga

Submitted to Contest #31

In the city of Sanctuary, capital of the Isle of Mixed Blood, home to the half-angel, half-human folk known as Nephilim, the BehnElizan family's household garden lay picturesque beneath a serene summer morning. Dew glittered on the well-kept flora thriving in the volcanic soil, with small rainbows glinting inside every diamond droplet. Through the myriad of trees, bushes, vines, and flowers whispered a cool breezeーthe last breath of a fading spring. As it passed, the gentle wind lifted the wings of birds, butterflies, and bees as they flitte...

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Anomaly

Submitted to Contest #26

Song, and the joy of song, composed most of Camran's first memory. The full, silver moon hung low in a sky speckled with stars, and the light reflected off the black, brown, gray, and white throats of his pack. Normally human but now in the forms of half-breed wolves, the BehnKailev Clan howled their monthly Gathering's harmonized chorus toward Heaven. From high, piping wails to bone-deep moans and every sound in-between, not a single note rang sour as the guardians of the montane Rebirth Forest wove a song of thanks, promise, and supplicati...

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Resolute

Submitted to Contest #25

What better way to start a new year than with a knife in your gut?The blade, a crude meat knife rather than a proper dagger, had stabbed into Yonah’s stomach beneath and to the left of his navel. He intended to catch the accursed thing with his right handーforged from meteorite iron and skeletal in appearanceーbut someone else swung at the eight-year-old girl hiding behind him and clutching at his left arm. At that moment, Yonah’s protective instincts decided both his and her fates; his steel hand grabbed the incoming sword and shattered it wi...

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Snowbound Memories

Submitted to Contest #23

When the coldest months stepped their icy feet upon the Isle of Mixed Blood’s shores, the winter brought with them took no prisoners. Though the Stormshield Mountains along the northern coast often blocked the worst of the weather, bulbous and rolling clouds of dark gray yet carried a frigid chill that helped birth raging inland snowstorms. What fiery colors remained of the autumn were soon buried in snowdrifts or encased in crystalline ice, and invasions of frozen flakes whipped through the air for days and sometimes weeks on end before any...

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The Tournament of Peace

Submitted to Contest #22

The Peacemakers SagaExtra Scene I: The Tournament of PeaceBy: C.N. Myers0000The Context (as translated from Nephilim language):The Nephilim are human-souled beings of both angelic and human blood who can live for a little over three thousand years. Due to their semi-supernatural biology, Nephilim mature at about the same rate as humans but age much, much more slowly, and they possess incredible powers like great strength, endurance, speed, miraculous healing, etc. They are also renowned in the human world for their warrior heritage and great...

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