Jules Truong

“Under a Second Moonlit Reverie” by Jules Truong

Submitted to Contest #199

TW: brief description of body contortion, blood He blinked and in the next moment, he was standing in a long flowing robe, a salty breeze catching it and his long silvery hair. The months of dirt and grime and dried blood peeled off into nothing as he felt cleaned and enveloped in a warm embrace. His once raging heart calmed, and slowed, until it was finally a gentle, constant thud in his ...

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“The Secret Potential of an Owlrat” by Jules Truong

Miss Catterby’s classroom was a safe haven for the delinquents, the loners, and the Others of the University where she could keep a close eye on them and ensure their unique growth. Her room was quiet and tucked off in one of the forgotten hallways, the wing long abandoned in favor of renovating the rest of the campus’ luxurious marbled halls. She was fine with that. It meant that her space was tucked far...

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“Fate's Loyal Passenger” by Jules Truong

Submitted to Contest #197

The office bumbled with people speaking into their telestones and conjuring scrolls to scribble report upon report of the happenings around the continent, whether they be studies being conducted in Pluviot, the City of Tears, or in the far off port city of Ochole and the shipments they were receiving. Most were determined, faces set grimly as most of the information and news flowing through the Archives C...

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“The Calamity's Reverie” by Jules Truong

Submitted to Contest #196

The sky bleeds red as meteors fall, peppering the city with crater kisses and eliciting a chorus of screams from different pockets of the city. The people run as best they can, but monsters roam the streets, teragris growing from open wounds that dripped black ichor. As soon as one falls, another rises from the corpses of the fallen, twisting their once humanoid forms to crystalline monstrosities....

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“The Shadow Behind the Light” by Jules Truong

TW: descriptions of violence The sparks flew through the air, arousing a chorus of awe from the small crowd gathered around the traveling caravan. “For this next part, I’d advise those too close to the front to please take a step back!” The man boomed, a wide smile plastered on his face as his grimoire, a rich dark leather book with jewels encrusted all over, zipped around him excitedly.

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“An Apprentice's (many) Attempts at the Arcane” by Jules Truong

Submitted to Contest #194

The cauldron bubbled in the crowded room as the two bumbled about the room, grabbing ingredients from all sorts of containers and jars and adding it in. As each ingredient dropped in, the mixture convulsed and spat up a rainbow of smoke. The witch, a beautiful plump woman with a gorgeous plume of curling purple hair, plopped a chopped radish into the cauldron and smiled as it popped and bl...

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“Pyris” by Jules Truong

The gasp escaped his lips as soon as his eyes laid sight on the smoldering destruction of his home. Pyris, his grimoire, floated beside him at the ready, but he could do nothing, frozen as his heart thundered against his ribcage and his breakfast threatened to come back up. Standing in the middle of the rubble of what was once his home, there was a well dressed dark elf. His dark purple robes fluttered be...

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