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Submitted to Contest #326
Disclaimer: Violence and ethically difficult choices in a historical fantasy setting. The beast’s clawed hand twisted upward, gnarled fingers reaching for him. Kazimir Czarny’s lance slammed into its shoulder, splintering as the creature clawed at the tip. He laughed—dark, cruel—and released the broken shaft, riding on. The profane thing, twisted by the Ashkaran Alchemists’ sorcery, shrieked, a sound between starving man and dying ox, reeking of rot and hunger.The hussars behind him drove their lances home, and the beast gave a final gurglin...
Submitted to Contest #325
Dorothea—Dotty to her friends—sat hunched over a scarred desk, a relic from when the Grand Duchy of Bathiva still had a monarch, when a slow, icy breeze rippled across her skin. She straightened with a groan from her swivel chair. The chair wasn’t the only thing groaning; the forgotten letters, parcels, and cards lining the walls of the Dead Letter Department stirred and sighed as if in sympathy. All had died or hatched prematurely before delivery. Dead, perhaps—but the words inside them still gave them a restless sort of power.There was nev...
Submitted to Contest #324
Ward and Jenkins stepped off the ferry and made their way toward the tourist docks. The pier bustled with visitors, most from mainland Japan, hauling snorkeling masks, fins, and dive gear. Beyond the docks, turquoise water broke into clear shallows, dark patches of coral visible beneath the surface.Jenkins elbowed Ward and nodded ahead. “That’s who we’re meeting up with.”Ward spotted a petite redhead dwarfed by Dicks’ huge frame. The two were practically glued together. Beside them, a blonde in a tiny string bikini chattered excitedly.“This ...
Submitted to Contest #321
CW: Sexual content and threat of harm The sharp click of Reese’s heels split the bar’s chatter like a rifle crack—first step fired, second step chambered. What froze the room was the blue mini cocktail dress riding high on freshly shaved thighs. Three-and-a-half-inch stilettos—anything less wasn’t even trying. Every step announced what his grin confirmed: tonight, he was the baddest bitch this dive would ever see. He spotted Chelsea and strutted toward her, hips swaying with calculated arrogance, daring anyone to really take him in—the lean,...
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