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Leo Greer 🦅 🕶

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A Tale Told by Broken Creatures

Submitted to Contest #105

The snow was gentle on that day. It fell to the ground in lazy spirals, blown about by the remnants of the wind. There had been a tempest last night, but today only a quiet whisper blew through the high peaks of the Tierra Denai. Cold wind. Hard stone. The roar of avalanches and of storms. These were all that the Traveler had known since he’d begun his journey, for it was a dark world. Paths were few, roads fewer. If many traveled, so did many fall prey to robbers and thieves. Yes, the world was a violent place. A place in which the Travele...

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The Train to Kachungjunga

Submitted to Contest #101

The train ran on shaky wooden tracks, marching across the snowy mountainside like a caterpillar. The black-iron locomotive led the way, its brass valves hissing steam, and a line of six painted wooden passenger cars trundling merrily behind it. Every car but the black-iron engine was painted like a gypsy caravan, festooned with muted blues and explosive reds, exuberant yellows and moody oranges. Above the train loomed Kachungjunga, the mountain of calm. Ironic name. Massive slabs of frosted ice clung to precarious ledges. Banks of snow loom...

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Sourdough

The thief stole through the building with the silent grace of a sliding shadow, following a twangy scent in the air. He dodged the obstacles that littered the floor; the floury bowls and the soiled mixers, and the odd wooden rolling pin. He walked among the steel counters and tiled sinks, invisible to anyone looking over the room. He opened cabinet after cabinet, showering himself in flour, salt, sugar, yeast. He dug through the industrial-size fridges, and then the freezer, pulling out butter, eggs, milk, fruit, meat, and vegetables. Nothin...

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The Phantom

It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen the old house.Mary Jane Kimball stepped carefully up the steps and onto the front porch, running a trembling hand over the victorian bannister. Despite the peeling paint, the little house was still beautiful, a time capsule of memories. The porch swing still creaked when the summer breezes blew, and the flowerbed still held gardenias, zinnias, and tiger lilies, though they had long since escaped into the yard.The old woman adjusted her knitted red sweater and turned the brass knob.The capsu...

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The Illusion Pt 2. Firstborn Chronicles

Sleep is a funny thing.I drift in the emptiness.Memories are pieces of crimson glass, spinning by me one by one. They are a timeline of my life, a string woven of many years. Defeats and victories both, projected onto the shards as if these moments were simply illusions reflecting off the surface of a lake.Illusions hold a power of their own, a power that truth cannot touch.This is the virtue of imagination, of fantasy, knowing that what takes place is no more than a bad dream that will melt when you wake. Illusions are freedom.Truth is capt...

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To Dance on the Wings of Giants Pt. 1 Firstborn Chronicles

I stand, rising like a reed defying the wind.The ovate arena beneath my feet is smooth and red. It is made of glass, melted together from tons upon tons of black sand, and then tempered by the flames of Dragons.I turn on my heel, glaring at the beasts perched in the distance. They sit on gray stone columns, silhouetted against the dark sky.The Dragons of Wynmaar snake their necks and rattle their spines. Wings of red, blue, yellow, orange, black, white fill the air like a thousand sails. Instead of catching the wind, they fling the air like ...

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Drunk on Coffee

Submitted to Contest #63

By Caden Hill,   “Gimme the next one!” Tyler roared. He was on his fourth drink so far, and had vowed on #3 that he would get past seven.“Ok, I’ll give you this one, but ya gotta promise it’s the last one. Just quit the dare.” Louis was not so enthused about his friend’s caffeine high.“What are you talking about? Last one? I’m only just getting started!”Tyler snatched the latte from Louis’s hand and began pouring it into his mouth, promoting an “Eeeew!” from the third person at the table.“Who the heck names their fall-themed c...

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The Will of the Wind

Submitted to Contest #63

By Caden HillThe falcon peered downwards at his prey.He soared hundreds of feet in the air above a roiling Alaskan sea. The water steamed and bubbled, smashing against the dark rocks of the coast to produce titanic upthrusts of freezing liquid.But despite the turmoil below him, the old Peregrine was unfazed. He had braved winters cold enough that the blood began to still within him, and winds so strong that they reduced towering pines to little more than broken twigs.He flew through it all.For if he would not fly, he would not live.And today...

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To Live for the Future

Submitted to Contest #63

To Live for the FutureBy Caden HillBy the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.Inside my mind, a forest went up in flames….Have you ever wondered about your future?What it will be like?What does future you look like?How do you dress?Are you married? Engaged? To whom?Children? Two....three….four?Do you finally like that vegetable you never liked as a kid?Do you understand what you’ve lived for?You see, these question are precious, more precious and valuable than you can ever know.Questions like this are life itself. Because what is...

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