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Submitted to Contest #215
The sun was setting over the forest, and the city nestled beyond it in the folds of the river valley. I had picked up the trail of the Gharzul again. The scabbard at my side holds my wide-bladed falchion, and I grip the green warding stone tightly in my gloved fist, as the determination to find and kill my murderous quarry builds up inside me. My neck is stiff, my muscles sore, I feel as if I'd been stretched on the rack the night before, but all I had done was ride at my usual clip. I had been here before; more than once, I had found myself...
Submitted to Contest #199
Emily curls her toes into the soft white sands of the shoreline as she walks along the silky smooth beach just out of reach of the calm waves breaking peacefully against the shores in the soft light of the two moons overhead. She raises her head to stare at the stars, the constellations bright and twinkling, to the west, the faint purple hue of the water is barely discernible. Emily breathes in deeply, the smell of the sea, the sand, the palm trees, and coconuts fill the air. She brushes a wayward strand of hair from her face that’s come loo...
Submitted to Contest #197
There had once been a time Marduk could create and destroy at will. He could raise cities to the ground, flood entire kingdoms, and from the ashes, flooded wastes, and plains raise up creations all his own. He would walk the earth, inspiring Kings and priests to not only worship his name but to dole out justice, based upon the laws he inspired the men of the world to write in his honor. Now, instead of praising the great and powerful Marduk, people credit Hammurabi. “As if Hammurabi could have come up with even a quarter of those laws...
Shortlisted for Contest #196 ⭐️
Sarah could not sleep. The sound of the sea against the hull of her ship, the gentle rolling motion of The Maiden’s sharp hull slicing through a calm surface, the smell of salt. The mild musky scent of Gabriella’s hair and body pressed up next to her, the cool night air from her private quarter’s open balcony door kissing her naked skin. All these wonders of her life at sea, and still Sarah could not sleep. She slowly moved Gabriella's arm off its resting place across her torso and sat up, careful not to disturb The Maiden’s first mate in t...
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