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Submitted to Contest #322
The roar of the crowd filled Vasily’s ears as he looked at the straight wide path in front of him, he knew the other 20 remaining contestants must be doing the same. A race wasn’t what he had expected but it did fall in line with the individual nature of the games, and it made the judges work a lot easier than the arts rounds that they had previously. He looked to his left to see a young man close in age shaking uncontrollably. “Hey,” Vasily said. “It’ll be fine just do your best, we’re all here for our people anyway and it’s not like a race...
Submitted to Contest #321
CW: Mentions of cannibalism and murder Between us my dear reader I think you’ll realize that my story is worth sifting through, my truth is worth learning so that you can make your own judgement of my character. The last few months had been a blur of activity as the case of the Cannibal had consumed me and my team, not literally of course at least not yet. A small town like ours in the middle of nowhere was not that garnered much attention from the rest of the country and yet as I pulled my beat up cruiser into the station parking lot I coul...
Submitted to Contest #318
Sunlight filtered through the large windows of the second training room of the palace casting a glow over the circular main area in the middle. A young man dripping with sweat stood taut in front of a wooden dummy that was covered in marks from constant fist strikes. Taking in a deep breath the man struck out at the target with lightning speed, following a complex pattern of hand movements that had been ingrained into him over the years. He slumped against the dummy in exhaustion after finishing the technique to the best of his ability. “You...
Submitted to Contest #316
Hushed whispers filled the main hall of the monastery as the morning prayers wrapped up. Rarely any commonfolk attended these considering the extremely early hour they were held at, even a few of the older priests would sometimes skip and make excuses. Aelric gathered his belongings in his small bag that all priests were required to use for carrying around their daily items ranging from the Tome of Epiphany to some common medicines to notes and pencils for various recordkeeping. He was one of the younger priests but showed such enthusiasm an...
Submitted to Contest #313
“Are you there, God? It’s me… Your humble servant…” The priest’s voice made me stir, slowly opening my eyes from the red nightmare that continued to plague me. Or maybe it was a dream? It was so hard to tell the difference sometimes, sometimes I was the one holding the blade and in others I was the one being carved up. “Please hear my prayer…,” the man continued muttering quietly, tied up securely in the chair that I’d used so often. It had been brown at first but the streaks of red over the years had become impossible to clean, giving it a ...
Submitted to Contest #312
The sky was a clear blue with only the barest hints of clouds on the horizon as a cool breeze flew through the green field causing the flowers to sway. I walked through the small path winding between the flowers and came to a stop at the edge of the field which overlooked a hill. A vast space of greenery from the hill to the nearest city which was almost too far to see. I turned to look at the small yet functional home that sat at the other end of the field. “This is strange,” I muttered to myself, turning to look out at the horizon where th...
Submitted to Contest #311
The kettle began to bubble, releasing a hiss that pierced through the otherwise quiet room. Everyone was watching with rapt attention as Sig did his yearly retelling of the story of the Folly. A cafe patron rushed to the kettle to remove it from the rudimentary small fire stove and began pouring out the tea into cups for everyone to pass around. Sig waited patiently, building up the anticipation for the seated audience of mainly children as well as the occasional bored adult with nothing better to do with their time. Finally once everyone wa...
Submitted to Contest #310
The sun filtered through the store windows casting its warm light on the smooth counter worn from years of books passing across it, a clutter of receipts stacked to one side and some random curios on the other. Worn out coffee mugs were stacked in the middle behind which sat the owner nursing another one full of fresh coffee, the invigorating scent filling the small store. Birds chirped outside the window and the shop was empty save for the weary old man running it, still too early for any customers to come. He got up to rearrange some of th...
Submitted to Contest #309
The rain poured down from the heavy gray clouds above relentlessly, the sounds of thick drops pattering against the rocks filling the balcony that overlooked the valley. Joey leaned over the balcony with his hands tightly gripping the railing watching the dark horizon. “Of course it has to rain before the big day,” he muttered to himself. “Every time I’m reminded of him and how it could’ve been different.” He shook his head, continuing to gaze out. “And yet we’ve come so far,” a soft voice said behind him. “I think he would’ve been proud of ...
Submitted to Contest #307
Billy walked through the spacious hallway as he had countless times now, knowing every corner and turn and where they’d take him in the Zeta Academy. After spending the last decade rigorously studying to the point of exhaustion, it was all going to bear fruit today. The younger students noticed him walk by quietly while the other ones of his group seemed to stare off into space as they also strode with purpose through the hall. As he turned the corner he came upon the History room where the short wizened yet energetic instructor stood with a...
Submitted to Contest #305
The alarm beeped at 6 AM exactly as it had for the last 17 years, an unrelenting cacophony filling the room until Jimmy finally reached over to silence it. He slowly got out of bed and rubbed his eyes as he made his way over to the washroom. He saw a stranger in the mirror looking back at him. Maybe it was just age, or the after effects of the war. But no, he knew it was far more than that, far worse than that. He threw on his gear and quietly made his way through the luxurious home, making sure to not wake his parents as he walked by their ...
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