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Rose Greencrown

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The Quitter

Rose Greencrown

Submitted to Contest #305

“You know what? I quit!” I pushed my desk chair back, letting it roll until it hit the back of my cubicle wall, and stared at my keyboard blankly. Around me, not a single person reacted. They didn’t even look up. Jerks. Although, to be fair, I quit about five or six times a day – every day. The first few times, there were exclamations of disbelief and concern. My boss called me into her own (bigger) cubicle to have a discussion. Although, she is not a people person, so it was mostly a demeaning experience that did not convince me of my longe...

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The First Assignment

Rose Greencrown

Submitted to Contest #303

It was a hard day. Not just the journey, which had taken almost a full day because she’d been on foot and stayed off all paths. Instead, she weaved through the forest as her mind whirled with her mission. Yes, the journey had been difficult, but her thoughts had been worse. Now, Raven of Borivessa huddled in an alley beside a tavern, her small frame hidden well behind large kegs piled up at the front of the alley opening. She should have moved by now, but her body was frozen and her throat thick with apprehension. It was her first mission fo...

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The Chosen Brother

Rose Greencrown

Submitted to Contest #302

The sounds of battle echoed throughout the valley. It had been a quiet morning, the sparse grass blowing gently in a breeze from the ocean. The sky was clear, the birds loud as they flew about catching bugs. A few sheep, raggedy and dirty, grazed absently. Even the dogs scattered about the property frolicked, their tongues lolling. Every being took advantage of the breezy morning before the sun rose high and the heat wrapped everything in stickiness.And then shouts and chaos broke the idyll. The sheep scattered, birds fled into the air, and ...

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The Secret of the Ruins

Rose Greencrown

Submitted to Contest #300

“What is it?”Raven of Borivessa’s eyes were unfocused, a slight frown on her face. She turned her head back the way they’d come and inhaled sharply. Her friend Will looked in the direction she was focused on with puzzlement.She took a step, shrugged off his arm. “There’s something there.” Her voice was low. She felt ripples in the air as Will tried to reach out with his power.But she felt what he did. A void of sorts. He glanced down at Raven, and she met his eyes before they joined hands and moved forward.As they went deeper in the forest e...

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The Interview

Rose Greencrown

Submitted to Contest #298

A cluster of red petals exploded amongst the white. There was probably some symbolism in that, Lainey was sure. Everything else in the parlor is decked in whites, tans, and golds. Gilded frames adorned the walls, gold-plated vases and lamps scattered throughout the starkness of the furniture and carpeting. She scooted to the edge of the brocaded couch, afraid to touch anything. Just walking across the white shag carpet had been treacherous. Had she stepped in mud? Tracked in street filth? She studied the path she’d taken on the carpet to see...

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Three Moments

Rose Greencrown

Submitted to Contest #297

Three Moments Orryn of Coroness could narrow his short life down to three defining moments. The first had been when he was a young lad, well before becoming a man. The day the fighting had stopped and everything had changed. They had heard the news from a sweat-stained and bleeding soldier of Everlake. The man had come to their house on wobbling legs, his clothes torn, dirty and rumpled. “Resilee is victorious! The Imperials are retreating,” he’d said wearily. A sword that had seen better days dragge...

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