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Kalin Demirev

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The Spire

Submitted to Contest #170

Alrin looked up towards where the glaring desert sun sat in its celestial throne. The sun looked back at him with its own mocking gaze. He pushed back a long lock of dark, sweat-soaked hair from his forehead and cursed at the sun, then resumed trudging onward; vast, unchanging, blindingly radiant desert sprawling as far as his dry bloodshot eyes could see. Even though he had known his platoon was underprepared for this expedition, he was still in shock from the extent of his failure. His men, soldiers under his command, all perished in last ...

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Out of Luck

Submitted to Contest #161

Patrick chewed on the eighth and final piece of ham on his plate and to his horror, it was also tough and stringy. This was the third time today he’d sliced up ham into bites and asked his girlfriend, Samantha, to put half of them on his plate at random. The look on her face said that she was just about done with this nonsense. The first time she’d done this, five of six were tough, the second it was seven out of eight.“Well Pat, I’m going to go get ready for my interview. You know, something actually important and not some childish delusion...

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The Soulreaver

The air was sick with the smell of ashes and burning flesh. Smoke billowed toward the sky, rising along with the screams echoing in the distance. Bodies, limbs torn or crushed, charred by the flame, faces screaming in agony. The screams wished for death, but death did not come. Cad stood in front of the ruins of his and his father’s house. It was a sight of sheer pandemonium, torn pieces of the roof and walls scattered across the field, broken and discarded. The solitary doorframe of their home still stood upright, fragments of the front wal...

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