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Submitted to Contest #190
“Speak now,” said the maker of the mannequin, using the formula the traveling mage had sold her along with the plans. She moved her hands through the complicated motions of the final conjuration. For a moment the wooden mannequin on the kitchen table seemed to prepare itself to utter a sound, moving its head awkwardly on a short neck. It shifted jointed arms and legs like a person stirring in a deep sleep. Then it subsided, just as its maker knew it would. Just as it had the other fifty-two times Dorrekus commanded it to speak. She had cou...
Submitted to Contest #189
Dalnim the Moon Goddess sipped her tea as she gazed over the rim of the delicate porcelain cup at rough-bearded Odin. When the fragrant tea was finished, she said, “Your suggestion is working beautifully. The starry vault has not been so peaceful since the day the Fox Spirit came yelping into existence.” She smiled at the Norse god seated cross-legged on the other side of the ornately carved wooden table. “You give me too much credit.” Odin swigged his mead, then lowered the pewter tankard. Sticky mead dribbled down the tails of his mustach...
Submitted to Contest #188
“So, what’s the catch?” Bonita asked as the vampire prepared to sink his fangs into her neck. She knew he would take the question as normal human nervousness. She was counting on that tendency to underestimate normal humans. He paused, a scant millimeter from the pulsing artery. The cold breeze of his breath raised goosebumps on her skin. Bonita shivered. She turned her head toward him in time to watch him win the internal struggle and pull back. Accusingly he said, “You already agreed to let me turn you.” “Yes, but now that it’s time . ...
Submitted to Contest #184
Lacey choked and sputtered as she struggled to keep her nose above the cold water. An arm like a bar of iron around her upper chest tightened. She fought against it, against the current that slid along her back and down her legs. “Stop, dammit,” a stranger’s voice rumbled from behind. “I’m trying to save you.” The words sank in. He claimed to be her savior, not a killer. She forced herself to accept that as the truth, for air flowed into her lungs as she relaxed and let him pull her through the water. But why was she here, drowning? And wher...
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