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Submitted to Contest #98
TW: graphic violence The boat meandered down the coiling river, heading towards the Vaharan camp that Lantuven was at. He had sent word that he was unable to meet them halfway as promised, and that he was busy training a new unit of recruits. There were Vaharans toiling about the deck, their amulets glittering in the dark and their feathered wings pinned against their backs as they weaved around the small deck. All were mumbling about being on the boat and not up in the skies on such a clear night—however, between each little speck of...
Her knees banged against the side of her armored pony, the steady clop of it's hooves striking against stone nearly drowned out by that of the ocean. Far, far below her, icy spray clawed against the cliffside, reaching for its prey way up high. Fand didn't give the lively sea so much as the bat of an eyelash, instead drawing her horse away from the edge and further inland towards the distant treeline. Rock ceded to grass, barren landscape meeting the abruptness of ancient trees and their burrowing roots. Fand frowned at the redwoods, but...
Submitted to Contest #97
I rolled in bed, tucking my blanket under my chin silently. No matter how hard I tried, sleep refused to claim me.My brain attempted to focus on the slight whisper of wind through my partially open window, but it proved to only disturb me. I stood.Awkwardly, as if afraid, I quietly walked towards the small shaft of moonlight to peer out into my wide, tree-lined yard that was barely lit. I watched for several moments, observing the swaying trees and the howl of a particularly strong gust of wind. Somewhere, a barn owl who'd and trilled.I was ...
Submitted to Contest #93
Mak slipped his phone into the pocket of his pants, the Uber silent as some sort of classical music played. It painted a very dismal mood for him as he watched lights pass in the darkness and some dim, quiet houses roll by. Mak shifted in his clothes, so soft and airy as compared to his army uniform. He could still imagine it buttoned tight at his neck, billowing unnecessarily at the chest and butt, and tucked into every part it could be tucked into. Suffocating. Hot. Wrong. But a part of him missed it. It had been his everyday attire fo...
Submitted to Contest #78
"Well a filler chapter would work best here," Zefaia said, leaning over the well-worn wooden table. She pointed at one of my many messy lines of writing. "After all the drama from the last chapter, it makes sense to have something to wrap it up. Kinda like a mini resolution, yeah?"I nodded even as my mind swirled. "A filler..." I murmured, biting the inside of my cheek. A long, exasperated sigh escaped me. "Why didn't I think of that?"Zefaia laughed as I dramatically slammed my head into my notebook, and she said, "You just needed a new pers...
Submitted to Contest #77
Gods it was hot. Sweaty; humid; panting; hot. She huffed a breath in the dense air, surveying her surroundings briefly. There were trees, trees, and some more trees, with the added addition of moss, rocks, rotten and fallen trees, and shrubbery that would've scratched at her ankles if she weren't wearing her favorite hiking shoes. It had rained recently, which made every step squelching and the air chilled enough that she seemed to breath like a dragon.The world wasn't the Winter wonderland that it usually was in December, but if it had snow...
The sand burned my bare feet. I dashed across it's surface, slipping and sliding except for the few bits of hard, packed sand, chasing after the roaring wind and frothing ocean.The sun was glaring in my eyes, enough so that I pulled on a sun hat as I ran, holding the brim over my face until the shade was a cool relief. Something about the atmosphere made me laugh and smile from ear to ear, the sun almost burning hotter in answer.My childhood friend, Sammy, dashed after me until our feet hit the icy waters, sending tons of rough kisses across...
Submitted to Contest #76
"My blood is pure, and so are my words." The girl twisted her lips. "So you can't lie?" The faerie shook his blonde head, the strands as golden as sunlight. "Not even a half-truth could slip my silver tongue," he replied, almost smug. "How old are you?" the girl merely asked, sitting before him as if it were story time. She pulled her small backpack onto her lap and hugged it. "The trees are younger than I, small Elain. My age is uncounted as the blades of grass beneath our feet." A wind stirred their hair, the loose robes of the fae...
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