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Maev and the Broken Oath

Submitted to Contest #205

“You ask for direction. A specific line upon which to follow. This, I cannot give,” the Oracle began her voice thin and light. “Circumstances can make fate feel like a certainty. An inevitable destination regardless of one’s own desires. For Erylis, the Bringer of Death, and Princess of Vestroya she finds herself in the rather vexing confines of a familiar location in her home world of Haut-Rhin. A place she should n’er have returned and yet,” the Oracle paused holding up a taloned hand. “Now she will face the very destiny she wished to avoi...

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From the Belly of a Blue Moon

Submitted to Contest #205

Parasites were living inside my belly, they made a new home there beneath my ribcage. My temperature must have been over a hundred and six. My brain was literally boiling in my skull but in the jungle, there was no thermometer and there was no doctor, there wasn’t even a bed. I lay on the dirt floor watching the full moon beam through the thatch hut window, I felt I could touch it if I could only raise my arm. There were 6 elders sitting in the dirt in a circle around me, three men and three women. I was still wearing the panties...

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A Journey in Brotherhood

Submitted to Contest #205

Leaning back against the damp tombstone, Steven knew he had made a terrible mistake. It was getting late, too late to change his mind now. The full moon shown bright enough to light the entire cemetery. Dark shadows lined the perimeter and cloaked whatever was hiding in the trees. Tombstones of all shapes and sizes cast long shadows carving out black holes in the white light.Steven leaned his head back against the stone and felt the cool dew soak into his hair. It didn’t matter much; he was already sweating from most of his pores anyway. Joh...

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THE GOD OF OAHU

Submitted to Contest #205

Unlike Adam and Eve, we left the paradise. Not a Biblical eviction, but because we couldn’t make a living. Wife Sherrie and I moved to Kauai to open a school of metaphysical instruction: classes in meditation, healing and clairvoyant development. And we were a big hit: Lots of students, always busy, plenty of cash. But after two years, we’d pretty much healed and deep-breathed our way through the entire population of 30,000 and things cooled off. We decided to leave, though weren’t quite ready to jump fully back into the ...

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In the Shadow of Bald Mountain

Submitted to Contest #205

The old Ford pickup, having spent its entire life on its wheels, was now upside down at the bottom of Angel Creek.  Steam hissed slowly from the radiator and the frame was now a twisted mess of metal and rust, draped over mid-stream boulders.   In the light of a full moon, Gerald McGraw groped for the driver side window frame, trying to pull himself out.  Broken glass glittered his hair and clothes, cutting into his elbows as he tried to wrench himself free.   His right leg was still pinned between the dash ...

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Northwoods be Jammin’

Submitted to Contest #205

The light of the full moon cast its glow on the Thimbleberry patch making it an especially good night for Sierra Ann Squatch to pick berries at her property near Copper Harbor, Michigan. For the past several years, Ms. S.A. Squatch has been living alone in a secret location deep in the woods. We had the rare opportunity for an interview with Ms. Squatch, who is the owner of Northwoods be Jammin’. She allowed us to meet up with her at midnight in the middle of nowhere so long as we didn’t bring cameras and we promised not to disclose her exac...

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The Witch and the Madman

Submitted to Contest #205

Orgoth kneels under the threshold into a bronze musk candlelight of the local inn. Filled with an assortment of farmers, merchants and vagabonds, the room was festive in nature in spite of all eyes finding to linger on Orgoth. He stood taller by any other man in the room easily by an arms reach, and bore a great beard that was graying from black, braided in trinkets wild and unkept, matching the upkeep of his fur hide over a weathered leather tunic. The only item on his person that showed any sense of caretake was his Greataxe that was tight...

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Merlin's Beard!

Submitted to Contest #205

“Are you sure about this?” asked Tiffin as he peered all around at the foreboding trees. Trees that probably hid all manner of ferocious monsters. Granted, these would be quite small monsters, but they were the worst kind. At least you could see a dragon from a mile off. That level of visibility gave you a fighting chance, not that Tiffin would fight a dragon. Tiffin was small and had a lot of hiding options. His thinking was that given that amount of hiding options it was obvious that hide was exactly what he should do. In a similar vein, c...

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Rick's Adventure On A Class F Planet

Submitted to Contest #205

Rick "Collard" was a peddler. He’d peddle anything to anyone anywhere all across the Milky Way. He’s won Io’s independent salesman of the solar system award not once but twice. He had people skills. He’d sell a ball strap to an eunuch. He didn’t care what he peddled, whether it was Belgian tulips, transparent toilet seats or Martian earthworms. He loved bargaining, arguing and most of all he loved making a good profit on things that people didn’t necessarily need, but ended up buying anyway. Rick had just turned forty-two. He was slightly ov...

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Who Took the Socks

Submitted to Contest #205

The full moon gave the world an eerie blue tinge. Most would have done anything else besides going into the wood that night, but for Sara, it was perfect. Tonight was the night she would prove it was a werewolf stealing all the laundry. Every morning after the full moon, everyone in her village would be missing something from their laundry. At first, everyone thought it was a prank the local teenagers were playing. But the longer it continued, the more people couldn’t deny it was something else. Many in the village had wanted to call an exor...

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The value of being seen

Submitted to Contest #205

It was going to be a clear and bright night. The sun had finally released its warming grip giving way to a cool ominous breeze. It had been a long and gruelling, but very fulfilling day on the bicycle. Fred and Wylma. They had become a tight team over the months of riding. Wylma: the two wheeled metal pack mule that never gave up. They had set off together over a year ago to see the world. As is his ritual every day, Fred began his search for a place to camp for the night . He found a rough single track that eventually led into the sharp a...

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The Missing Link

Submitted to Contest #205

Cruthetania was always my home. Or at least that is what my whole village thought. But that is not what I thought. I had grown up in Cruthetania for an eternity, and I was longing to leave it. I had heard many stories of the 'world beyond', as they called it and I genuinely wanted to know what it was. But whenever I brought up the topic, I was shushed.  One day, I was walking the town circle to the market, as my mother had asked me to bring groceries. There was a large group of cosarths, who were like the heads of Cruthetania. As I wa...

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Unscheduled Lunar Touchdown

Submitted to Contest #205

     The July humidity continued to hang across Delmarva’s Ayers Creek this Friday long after the sun set and the full moon encased the area in its heavenly glow.  The hot moisture imprisoned the lone fisherman floating his kayak along the surface like a straight jacket.       Yet Dr. Fulbright at first had embraced the relatively minor discomforts of the eerie evening. He thought they would provide a quiet retreat from the pandemic-induced terror he had faced in six months of 18-ho...

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“Unleashing the Light: The Enchantress’s Liberating Ceremonies

Submitted to Contest #205

Once upon a time in the mystical land of Eldoria, there lived a young enchantress named Elara. Elara possessed a special gift—the power to communicate with the elements. She could feel the whispers of the wind, hear the secrets of the earth, and witness the dance of fire. Her heart was filled with a deep compassion for all living beings, and she sought to bring harmony and balance to the world. One fateful day, Elara stumbled upon an ancient scroll hidden within the depths of a forgotten cave. The delicate parchment contained the tale of a...

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Beyond the Fence

Submitted to Contest #205

The tent is sometimes there and sometimes it is not. Its presence is a sure sign that a boy of 18 is about to have his Revelation. Always, it appears in the same spot. I used to frequent it as a boy, sitting on a nearby hill and watching as a boy disappeared inside. I’d wait there for hours to see him come out. Every time I was left waiting, and when the sun set I returned home wondering. It’s been years since then, but today I retrace my faded footsteps.When I left my village, the sun was beginning to rise, with birds chirping their pleasan...

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