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Submitted to Contest #101
There were so few of them left. When we set out three days prior to meet enemy fighters on the outskirts of the kingdom, there were nearly one hundred and fifty warriors and mages following me: Some on foot, some on horses, all dragging packs of supplies and weaponry to defend our home. Now, on our desolate return to the castle, there were less than a dozen left. We stopped the invasion -- at least for now -- but at what cost? My head throbbed behind my eyes; every step I took echoed in my bones. I limped ahead of the meager battalion aft...
“Parsley… thyme… dried ginger… bay leaves… oregano…” Elias read the list of spices to pair with sage from a cookbook next to the stove. “Parsley, thyme, and oregano. Parsley, thyme, and oregano. Parsley, thyme, and oregano.” He wiped his hands on his apron, leaving a slight residue of olive oil and flour on the charcoal fabric. A strand of dark curls fell in front of his eyes, causing him to push the hair behind his ears. He ran his hands through his hair a second time to make sure it was all pushed back, and once more to smooth it all out. ...
Submitted to Contest #99
I sat in the wide bay window of my grandfather’s old cabin, one of those old log structures barely holding on by loose nails and scraps of insulation. It was a weary place, but the squeaking metal fan on the table provided a breeze and the spices and vegetables slowly stewing on the stove wafted warm and comforting odors around the small room. I turned my attention away from the stained paperback I found on top of musty sheets in the hope chest to where a white bunny circled the area around a fallen tree and he looked... famished. I wat...
Shortlisted for Contest #94 ⭐️
TW: Alcoholism, verbal abuse, brief mention of eating disorder and sexual assaultShine on You Crazy Diamond, Pink Floyd (1975)**Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.Shine on, you crazy diamond. You’re seven years old and you sit next to Dad. The waitress fills his mug with black, black coffee and the steam swirls up and cradles your nose. You want another donut, Poot? He asks. You smile your gap-tooth smile and the waitress brings another donut, setting it on the napkin in front of you. You spin around in...
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