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The sky was wrong. Liora frowned as she stood at the edge of the field, watching the deep violet streaks pulsing across the horizon like veins. The air hummed with an unnatural stillness. The Nyxarian summer evenings had always brought a warm, golden glow, but today, it felt different—colder, darker. She glanced at Orin, her younger brother, chasing fireflies in the fading light. His laughter echoed softly across the field, carefree and innocent. Liora’s stomach tightened with unease. They shouldn’t be out here this late. “Orin, come on,” sh...
Submitted to Contest #271
Kai and his group moved cautiously through the wastelands, their silhouettes long against the glaring sun. Dust clung to their boots, and the wind carried a dry, unforgiving heat that seemed to sap the strength from their bones. Kai led the way, his augmented arm gleaming faintly under the harsh light. He glanced back at the others—Reya walked close by, her crossbow ready, while Elias, the youngest among them, trailed behind, his gaze darting nervously between the rocky outcroppings that dotted the landscape. “Do you think the rumors are tru...
Submitted to Contest #267
The wind swept across the wastelands, carrying with it a thick layer of dust that clung to Kai’s skin. He wiped the grit from his brow and crouched lower beneath the rusted-out skeleton of a vehicle, his focus on the mess of wires in front of him. The transmitter wasn’t anything special—just a jumbled heap of tech—but to Kai, it was more than just scrap. It was his way of proving himself. The Nomad Enclave had rules, and one of those rules was that you didn’t get respect until you earned it. For the last eighteen years, Kai had been nothing ...
Submitted to Contest #266
I’ve been a lot of things in my life: a pirate captain, a pastry chef, an intergalactic spy, and at one point, I think I was a tree. No joke. A full-grown, oxygen-producing, bark-having tree. If you think that sounds ridiculous, believe me, that’s the least crazy thing that’s happened. My life (or should I say lives) have been out of control, and it’s all because of Him. The Author. I know he’s out there, somewhere. Typing away on his laptop or scribbling in some notebook. Second-guessing every decision, tweaking every line, rearranging my e...
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