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Submitted to Contest #105
Every person that Hoz knew had warned him not to marry Nila. Even Hoz himself, though stubbornly optimistic, was well aware of the reputation of his betrothed. But for the sake of love, he set that reputation aside and chose to love her anyway. Hoz shook the dust from his tunic and pushed open the door to their townhouse, rolling his head on his neck, loosening the muscles after a hard day's labour. The household depended on him, and he savoured each ache and pain, letting it fill his heart as an act of love towards his wife. This is for N...
Submitted to Contest #104
“Are you coming tonight?" Siq asked while scrubbing mud from his shoe, shaded by the arched bridge overhead. The tattered rag he was using was nearly as dirty as the shoe, so progress was slow. Rogan stared off in the distance, his eyes glassy. Siq wasn't even sure he had heard the question, so he waved a hand in front of his colleague's face. "Hello?" Siq said in a sing-song voice. "Where's my best mate to?" "Sorry." Rogan shook his head, drawing in a deep breath. "What were you saying?” Siq rolled his eyes, groaning. "Blessed soul, Rog...
Submitted to Contest #102
Rogan’s life became complicated after that damn umbrella salesman came to town. Rogan and his colleague Siq scurried along a grey brick bridge, peering over the railing at the newcomer. “What’re we lookin’ at?” Siq asked, shielding his eyes from the rain with a cupped hand. “There.” Rogan nodded toward the cobblestone road across the canal. Along the row of slanted houses, sheltered by the overhangs, a thin man hunched over a wooden cart filled with umbrellas. Siq curled up one side of his lip, looking confused. “The umbrella man? That...
Submitted to Contest #54
I hadn't seen Mr. Thacksworth since the revolution began thirty years ago. I was there when it all started too. He didn't know it, but I was right there, sitting no more than a half dozen feet away when he committed his betrayal. I remember it well, despite being six beers deep. I didn't think much of him when he first walked into the pub. The only reason I took notice of him at all was because of his blue, metallic prosthetic arm. It nearly shook loose from him as he walked through the pub, taking a seat discretely in a booth at the back o...
Submitted to Contest #50
In her mind, Alyce had done this a million times, but now that the moment was here, she wanted to throw up. "I can't do this," she said, shaking out her right hand as if it were on fire. "This is real." "There would be no damn point if this wasn't real." The voice was her mentor, Logan Maddison. Over the past year, he had been grooming her for this. He knew that Alyce had raw talent. He saw that in her from the first moment he laid eyes on her. But talent will only take you so far. That was the mantra he told her over and over, urgin...
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