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The Old Knight trudged along a trail, eyes dead set on a lone shack at the foot of the hill. Now that it was in his sights, Chuyo's hand was clutched around a familiar weight of two wood-carved toys on a chain around his neck. His hand trembled, and not only from the cold. A light illuminated the windows, a warm, inviting light of a home, a warmth that left the Old Knight long ago. The wind pulled at his cloak, kept together only by frozen misery, tugged at the many holes and whipped his face each time he left the shelter of oaks and birc...
Submitted to Contest #99
Piles of timber were stacked up by the sides of the warehouse, hanging high up above Lethe’s head with only a narrow, shadowy passage in between. She tiptoed among them, head hunching down below the few wooden tiles sticking out that Mathew must have misplaced last week. Careful not to break her brittle lamp, she prodded each tile beneath her feet before shifting her entire weight onto it. The lamp threw a gentle orange flame that made shadows around her dance, making shapes as if someone was there with her. Lethe’s eyes flickered around. Ma...
Submitted to Contest #72
  He took her spot on the brink of the roof next to the warm iron pipes. With feet, dangling in the air aloft the city, he leaned on the wall behind him. Clyde rested on the cushions she brought him up here a week ago and soared across the sea of blinking lights of skyscrapers and seamless roads below.  Blue of the night and orange of streetlights tangled together, each trying to shine over the other. Rattle purred and turned on it’s back, stretching the paws towards his unmoving gaze.   Zoey crept up behind h...
Submitted to Contest #68
It had been twenty-four years since she`d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. Saila`s eyes watered, she sighted, reminiscing the day he became a champion. Remembering him. The craggy arena stood in the middle of an array of old, blushing oaks, surrounded by shedding. Scattered leaves, dancing in the wind covered the three shaman pillars, each for one of the trials. The arena stood on the edge of a ridge where a soft breeze of wind brushed over the crowd. They nestled around the pillars on tender dried out the moss. The...
Submitted to Contest #67
Iron heels thundered on the craggy stones, echoing in the hallway in the depths of the Spirit temple. Distant, desperate voices tore apart the calm breeze of morning wind, brushing against my knees. Screams, that worked their way through your ears into your body, sending shivers and chills, that would stay there, roaming around long after the sound would fade. Scream did fade, moving aside for cold, deep silence to fill the burrowed hall again. I squinted my eyes towards the heavy fog, waiting for a blur, shadow in the mist. There was...
A strand of silver-blue hair rebelled, escaping from underneath her hood, waving in the unforgiving wind like a raindrop in an ocean storm. Lanaia curled one barefoot over the other, sitting on the fence, dangling her feet over the edge of the board ship. Craggy land, filled with barren gravel and scrappy boulders opened up as they emerged from the silky clouds. Dusty storms, ceaselessly raging below, sang their sharp, sunken song, blurring the horizon and the orange dawning sun in the distance. The breeze of wind brushed be...
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