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Submitted to Contest #289
Crystal Collection For Sale, $20 Large collection of polished stones and raw crystal clusters, including amethyst, obsidian, selenite, tourmaline, quartz, jasper, lapis lazuli, and many more. My wife is devastated to say goodbye to them and we hope they end up with someone who will appreciate them. Purchase at your own risk, these crystals are considered “anti-Christian occult tools” and are banned by the Department of Faith. We are under investigation and cannot have these decorative items in our home when the feds come by later this week.[...
Submitted to Contest #288
Nettle darted around the mountainside, desperately trying to stuff as many mushrooms as she could find into her basket as the first snow of winter rolled in from the west. She expertly sliced the fungi at their stems with her curved knife as snowflakes swirled around in the howling wind and landed on the carpets of moss blanketing the forest floor. Just a few more she kept telling herself, knowing that once nightfall came and the storm swept over the land, whatever remained would perish in the ice. Winter always came early at this elevation,...
Submitted to Contest #287
Captain Fletch knew she was walking into a trap, but she couldn’t help herself. She and her Engineering Officer, Paola, and Weapons Officer, Jenkins, stood on the bridge of the Starling Sunstrider waiting for the ship’s scanners to verify the distress call they’d received. Fletch was quite familiar with the supposedly derelict ship that floated aimlessly nearby. The distress call from the Bittern Blight said the crew had abandoned the vessel and stole the two escape pods, but not before removing the antimatter synthesizer, rendering the ship...
Submitted to Contest #286
The wolves howled and the ravens croaked as a woman lay dying in the midnight forest. Sorena pressed a hand to her belly as she collapsed, the blood a pleasant contrast to her cold fingers. The knife wound to her abdomen was quick and precise, the mark of a skilled assassin. She felt the frozen earth below her, a bed of soft pine needles cushioning her body in its final resting place. The pain blurred her vision, but there was one thing she was able to pull into her awareness in her last moments. Aurora, her greatest source of warmth and lig...
Submitted to Contest #285
It was close to midnight as I pressed myself into a damp maple tree, my gaze fixed on the four-eyed, twelve-hooved stag in the clearing. Its antlers were twisted and tangled and reminded me of the roots of plants kept in pots too small. I trained my arrow on the beast, following its four glowing eyes reflecting the moonlight, my bowstring tensed and ready to be released. Just one of its golden eyes plucked from its skull would pay for a year’s worth of magic lessons at the academy. All four plus its pelt would pay for my entire education and...
Submitted to Contest #284
Wren sat at the campfire examining the golden bracelet, wondering why the magistrate was so eager to gift it to them. Amelia sat next to her, running a cloth across her greatsword. As adventurers-for-hire, they’d seen many magical objects, and been rewarded with numerous strange gifts in payment for their work. But this piece of jewelry seemed different. Their employer for the day seemed glad to be rid of it and assured them it was quite valuable. “Well, put it on,” Amelia urged, grinning at Wren as she wiped the last bits of goblin blood fr...
Shortlisted for Contest #283 ⭐️
I was rotting in a dive bar on Christmas Eve when the goddess of death found me. Facing away from the door, I felt a wave of winter chill flush against the back of my neck when she came into the dimly lit tavern. The bartender blanched when he saw her, then wordlessly pointed a finger to himself to ask if she had come for him. “No, Gary,” she said, her voice low and husky. “Not today.” I did not look to see who had just entered The Rusty Pearl. She placed a hand on my shoulder and her skin was like ice. The cold soaked through my cardigan al...
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