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“Períerga Symvánta (Xinia's POV) - Part 2” by :}} Silverstar

  I swiped the little guy off the forest floor and into my pocket, safely tucked away.  And as I swiveled round to engage further with him, I found the lone wanderer woefully watching the inanimate destruction of his unorthodox home. With soft footsteps, I reached his side and plopped down to view it with him, providing what little comfort I could offer. Had anyone shown him hospitality up till now? It was a doleful sight. As a member of the good-natured Períerga Symvánta community, I felt urged to do something about the situation─ especiall...

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“Períerga Symvánta (Xinia's POV) - Part 1 ” by :}} Silverstar

  It was late into the night already.  I had just finished my shift at the coffee place a fair distance from home─ since I'd asked for extra hours─ and even though the pay was little, any sum of money, no matter the portion, still served its purpose. I mean… I'll take whatever I can get my hands on.   As a college student, paying my loans off and providing for me and my little sister meant that I had to pull my weight to make our situation work. We're orphans, Trinette and I.   The only problem was──               she decided to sk...

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“Pessimism” by :}} Silverstar

Submitted to Contest #94

  A whirling whisk of rotor blades stirs the puffy batter of string-shaped clouds, its lifting force, a dragging weight to the metal rotaries that flap a pair of windswept wings. The skies sense a certain groan, unmistakable, in the wavering flight of unsteady airfoils that seem mistakable for unsuspecting onlookers who shall be left unnamed.   Directionless, the angles bend at the swipe of a sudden gale, its drafts thieving the helpless craft amid tussling, tossing drafts of flowing current, brash and shaken, rattled and brazen. ㅤ The ...

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“Golden Traces” by :}} Silverstar

Submitted to Contest #91

I yank out an earthy, musky book, crisp from its flake-ridden shelves, sitting untouched from the pitiable show of powdery shelves, playing its loyal role of anticipation. Neglect steals the centre stage, pulling back at the curtains of a desolate theatre, the seats as empty as the expanse of inhabitants of this library. Its once-teeming days of traction and glory now pale in the motionlessness of a freeze-framed scenery, the snapshot of bookcases in an unkindly light capturing a dulled reality and laughable longevity of such articles; what ...

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“The Arctic Outcast” by :}} Silverstar

Submitted to Contest #88

This journal belongs to : Thyia Wilkwine ・Date ~ May 12, 1650.Squeezed into a pocket-sized crevice within ice-moulded walls, with which I've claimed my home, had I known the royal guards carrying sachets of cinder and ash around as a new-founded additive to our annual traditions would be the catalyst to my own undoings, I'd have restrained my whole being from breaking the willpower to hold on. Today was a customary, universal tradition in celebration of the first steps taken for the domestication of wildlife known to be Polar Day, ...

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