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Submitted to Contest #259
There was something about the town of Fallkirk that Corrin Akermane had found peculiar since moving there. Something about the way the people seemed to always be looking over their shoulders, despite how safe and happy they appeared to be. Something about the way parents would hold their children close whenever they strolled down the streets. The they in question would of course be the Cook family. They were the ones who ran this town. Tybalt Cook, the patriarch of the family, was the owner of a shipping company called Sailstar, which brough...
Submitted to Contest #253
As Charlon laid on the ground, ashy, burnt grass surrounding him, his smoky grey wings spread out beneath him, he lost himself in thought. As he looked at the cerulean sky, painted many colours from the sunrise, he saw memories of his life play out.The first thing he saw was Avelin. He stood up and was back in the pub where he first met her. He was leaning against the wall in the dimly lit corner at the back of the pub, watching her as she stood on her little stage before the patrons, singing, her voice full of passion and vigor, her callous...
Submitted to Contest #251
Cohnal walked through the aisles of bookshelves in the Sylvan Archives, searching for some new reading material. Just to be in the building, Cohnal knew, was an immense privilege. Most Sylvan were lucky if they could stand on the front steps of the Archives and not be killed instantly by its wards. Cohnal had been granted special permission to access the centuries-old building as he was an official scholar of Gwyn ap Nudd. Cohnal often marvelled at the fact that he’d managed to achieve such an honourable position under the King of the Tylwyt...
Submitted to Contest #249
Beckett Gallant glanced at the radio screen of his car as he drove. Somehow, he’d found himself in an area with no signal. The screen, which was displaying a map of the area around Beckett, didn’t even register that he was driving on a road. His radio, which he had turned up, now offered nothing but crackling static.Lowering the radio down, Beckett sighed deeply. Around him, he saw nothing but grain fields, beige blurs on either side of his car as he drove.“How did I even get here?” Beckett asked himself.The answer, or at least part of it, w...
Submitted to Contest #248
"I’m moving to Greece.” That’s the first thing I heard when I woke up that morning.It had been through a voicemail. She had called me when she knew that I would be out cold, too immersed in sleep to wake up to the phone ringing. She had called my home phone, because she knew that I always kept it downstairs, tucked away in its little spot by the outlet on my kitchen counter.I padded downstairs, still yawning. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and sat down at my kitchen table when I noticed my home phone as I passed it. The small digital scree...
Submitted to Contest #246
Note: This story contains physical violence. Noah let out an impressed whistle as he reached the door to his friend’s mansion. “This is the house that Mav got from his uncle?” Noah asked. He surveyed the large house from the outside. Currently, he stood in a large driveway with his friends, Stryker, Tallia, and Abdel. The driveway was made of cobblestone, like an ancient Roman road, with brilliant green shrubbery lining the edges of the driveway, leading to the exquisite, three story mansion. The house that they now stood before belonged to ...
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