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“Candles and Cheesecake” by Opal Knight

Everything was ready for the ritual.  Except the cheesecake. Sure there were fancy black tallow candles and circles had been drawn with expensive chalk. But who honestly thinks they can summon the overlord without a good cheesecake. The type didn’t matter, the overlord had no tastebuds so you could stick some melted cheese on ground up bricks and he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. So there was no reason why they hadn’t bought a cheesecake or made one. Not even a mini one.  Nat sighed as she walked towards the shop. But...

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“The Start of the War” by Opal Knight

Submitted to Contest #105

——Kate—— Rough hands shook me awake. Screams and running feet flooded my senses as I stared into a usually smiling face now contorted into a grimace. He staged me out of bed, throwing clothes and an old bag at my feet. I struggled to get into my clothes as my blood pounded and my eyes tried to shut. I staggered into the kitchen catching a glimpse of fires and running people through the grimy window. We hurried down the tunnels and into the sewers. As we ran through other families joined us, coming down from the many branching tunnels to jo...

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“Guardians Across the Sea” by Opal Knight

Submitted to Contest #102

***Warning, people do die. *** We were told to stay calm. To ignore the waves as the beasts rose from the depths and pummelled into each other. As they hammered against the waters for days. Fluctuations of their fight caused the waves to upsurge and crush our homes. Finally, one fell, the blue waves embracing it and tugging it down further than we had ever gone, down from whence it came. We thought that was the end. We were told it was over. Told we could rebuild the houses battered by the waves and so we did. We tore down trees to fix w...

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“A Journal on Luck” by Opal Knight

Submitted to Contest #98

You enter the house, moving through the corridors of dust and shadows, finding a small study lined with ancient bookshelves. A few pieces of paper lay scattered on a rickety wooden desk, they are crinkled in a way that would suggest they were soaked in water and dried at some point. One piece of paper has the slightest speckle of blood on the right-hand corner. A shattered jade bracelet and dried four leafed clovers sit in a horseshoe beside the paper, bite marks are indented into the metal of the shoe. The papers are covered in rough handwr...

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“A Horse of Memories” by Opal Knight

Submitted to Contest #96

**Warning: There is some horse death :'(***This is a expansion of the widow in A Horse of the Deepest Abyss and follows the same general events, it makes more sense if you read A Horse of the Deepest Abyss first*Faiza sat staring out at the fields. She could almost see the black warhorse prancing up the hill, bells jangling as Phill beamed from its back. She could see him kicking the mare into a trot as soon as he saw her walk out. A perfect moment as he dismounted and swung her into his arms. The memory was vivid despite the passed time. It...

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“A Horse of the Deepest Abyss” by Opal Knight

Submitted to Contest #96

He came on a horse borne of black wind, and hooves of obsidian, with eyes as fathomless as the void. He dismounted in the village square and walked his horse, people stopped to stare at him as he tied his horse to a post next to the bar. Inside the bar he sat on a stool and didn’t say a word to anyone, not even the barman. He wasn’t given a glass yet he was drinking from one, drinking a slightly brown and milky liquid that filled the room with the sent of spices from places beyond the sea. When he was done he placed the glass on the bar and ...

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“What I Remember in the Dark” by Opal Knight

Submitted to Contest #92

The first thing I remember is light. It blinded me as hands wrapped around me, raising me up towards the heavens. As I rose my eyes adjusted and soon I could see. A young girl beamed down at me and hugged me to her chest. That was the first time I smiled. The second thing I remember is the adults, two of them looking down at the girl and I, twin smiles on their faces. She talked to me, showed me whole new worlds... not that I had really seen any worlds just yet. Finally she gave me a name. That was the first time I knew myself. The third...

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“Stars that Bloom at Midnight” by Opal Knight

Submitted to Contest #90

*The flower mentioned is the Kadupul Flowers or Queen of the Night which only blooms around midnight and withers before dawn. The flowers die even faster when picked. This short lifespan is the main reason the flower is endangered.*A girl ran through the forest, brambles catching on her dress pale blue dress as tears streamed down her cheeks. The moon looked down on her through the branches of the trees, it was almost at its peak, its moonlight making her tears glow like drops of liquid silver. Finally the moon reached the middle of the sky,...

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“Waiting Isn't Enough” by Opal Knight

Submitted to Contest #89

Neo stepped through the trees carrying a pile of sticks in his sun tanned arms. Most of the small group were already settling on their chosen rocks. Cole was sitting with a few others by a weak fire. Neo dumped the sticks by the fire and gave Cole a hopeful glance. They were all thin from weeks with barely any food and no one didn't have bags under their eyes from the rough nights of sleeping on rocks. “Sorry Neo. Lucy and Zair didn't find any food today.” Cole said as he got to his feet and patted Neo on the shoulder. “You should get some s...

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