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Michael Williams

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

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Do Nothing

Submitted to Contest #263

A mysterious figure watches from the brick building across the street, observing with an unnatural interest in this magical quarrel. Across from the train station parking lot, a chaotic scene of storefront fires rages on as damaged cars sit idly scattered, twisted, and bent beyond proportions along the cobblestone steps of old town Biloxi; now, New Coast City. Iron Jaguar faces off against danger from the deepest chasms of the Gulf of Mexico.  BOOM!  “The airbreathers will feel the sting of the sea for their crimes against the king...

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The Apocalypse Charm

Submitted to Contest #180

The door to the tavern bursts open. BOOM!  Every manner of creature and human or half-breed alike fixated on the source. My name is Ushor, and my life will never be the same. "Have you seen him?" says an upset young nixie. Oh, she was beautiful. I'd never seen someone so elegantly concerned as if the world was going to end yet not look like hell froze over. Of course, I'd never seen a nixie either on account that they kept to themselves and rarely were ever seen in towns or villages. Nixies weren't a favorable term but a slur for t...

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The Dispeller

Submitted to Contest #121

"Thanks a lot, Ridix. You have brought us where we need to be," says a dark armored rider atop a wet and glorious dark stead of the night. The horse tramples forward shattering mud in its wake. The rolling thunder echoes through the misty clouds. Lighting cracks and roars illuminate the sky against the dark and dank hallows of the baron forest. Skinny trees and dead thickets fill the muddy space. Bones and charms strung up like chimes to keep the evil spirits away hang from the limp rotted limbs and from the worn-down old shack that a cer...

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A Gauntlet from the Aegis

Submitted to Contest #66

The landscape fills with travelers far and wide down the longest gravel path the Welsh lands have to travel. Bearded men on horseback pulling carts of treasures from countries unknown. Women in colorful tunics in hoods, scarfs, no hoods, and fancy hair fashioned in odd shapes carry baskets of fruits the Welsh soils do not bear naturally. Children in odd hats disobeying parents traveling to new homes. All this and more the two silent knights clad in spectacular armaments. Cloaks bearing the sigil of the Arthurian Court of Pendragon woven in ...

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The Knights of Osculum High

Submitted to Contest #64

"I just hate burdening your staff with him. He has become so difficult since his --," Mr. Forrester leans forward pushing up on the bridge of his glasses and covers his mouth with a hand, "-- a certain Grandmother Willow passed away," says Mr. Forrester as he retreats to his perfect posture.Cole, his mouth in awe, follows his father's posture to its unbelievable position, "I'm right here.""I see," says Dean Fafnir as she leans forward and opens a manilla folder and pulls from it a packet.She flips through a few pages as Cole roll's his eyes....

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