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Silver mist, rose mist, gold Three curses one must hold A girl dead, a boy bold Finding oneself is a soul sold --- Curious little thing, he was. The boy, merely 27 years of age, wore a borrowed sword, a bow and quiver, and a hidden pair of twin throwing knives. A ragged, old crack adorned his left cheek, frown lines marred his forehead, and his eyes were a muddied umber. Ordinary. That’s the word I chose as he stumbled on the fallen branches. He adjusted his sword. It did not suit him. It was too large, and he was too small. Still, he intrig...
Submitted to Contest #180
The air tasted sour that day. I just knew from the moment my eyes opened that it was an absolutely morose, burdensome, horrible, tumultuous, momentous in a bad-kind-of-way, day. I knew it when I woke up feeling the broken frame of my glasses jabbing my right side. As I reached my hand out and patted the sheets around me blindly to find the rest of my frame, I knocked down my table lamp, which resulted in a floor full of porcelain shards and a room full of curses.I took a deep breath and released it as a short sigh.Remembering the busy schedu...
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