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Quil Wyrm

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2019

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Art Is A Mistake

Quil Wyrm

Submitted to Contest #24

The steady flashing of the red light overhead was growing quite monotonous and irritating on the eyes. At least Maimun had finally managed to get the blaring voice of the A.I. system repetitively screaming, “System Breech. System Breech. System Breech,” to stop. Xion massaged his temples, attempting to ease some of the headache he could already feel forming. Beyond the ship’s viewing ports was an endless expanse of stars, each their own untold story, winking and flashing at him as if mocking the fact he was stuck here instead of ...

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A Frozen Rose

Quil Wyrm

Submitted to Contest #23

A crisp and biting cold seeped through the toes of her boots, which were steadily growing soggy. There was a definitive line of darker suede where the snow had melted into the fabric, and further into the multiple layers of socks she had worn. Her older sister had insisted upon the socks, and Beneatha had been too eager to escape the stuffed house to put up much of an argument. Not that she would have won had she decided to argue. The tips of her fingers were red and swollen from the cold, forgotten gloves stuffed in a coat pocke...

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Withering Wishes

Quil Wyrm

Submitted to Contest #16

Red mixed with red on a damp rock floor, moss and mold creeping their way ever forward in an endless battle across cavernous dripping stones. Plink. Plink. Plink.Rotten water fell in time with the clanging of the chains, fastened at the wrist and around the ankles. The cold metal dangled and whispered alongside the thin silver bracelets free of charms dancing across their legs and up their forearms, singing the song of mourning.Their arms were curled in on themselves, alone in the hollow echoes of the cavern, pulling desperately at the ...

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