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Conductive as Copper

Submitted to Contest #165

My troubles began when a cleric sworn to protect me knocked on my door. Her name was Melody, and she arrived in full plate armor like a fabled knight. Over two kettles of tea, she explained that her order had sent her to protect someone known as a dragon heir. She’d heard about the dragon scales coating my back that had grown to wrap around my shoulders. It was hard to deny since I’d been showing them off for most of my life. The bluish-purple scales were tougher than most shields and had fended off everything from blades to ghoul bites ove...

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Deep Ellum Blues

Submitted to Contest #165

It was the most innocent of incidences, one that could happen to anyone who had eaten a bad oyster or two a few hours earlier. Lando felt sick. Suddenly, he felt terribly sick and ran into the bar’s restroom to relieve himself of whatever was roiling inside his stomach. He made it inside the restroom, but he didn’t make it to a sink. He didn’t make it to a toilet. He had no control over the raw, gushing vomit that chose when it would come out of his mouth. What was unfortunate was that it came out on the boots of another man in the restroom,...

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Fairy Games

Submitted to Contest #165

"Marvin! What have ye done, lad?!" Marvin's eyes widened as he was called out by his pa. He looked down at the rope in his hands, than back up to his father storming towards him. "No pa, wait a minute! It wasn't me!" "Not you?! Than why's there a bloody rope in yer hands, and my 'stock run amuck!" Lidden, Marvin's father, gestured with his rough, dwarven hands to the open field where a group of short-head rams bleated and jogged away. Lidden had taken his family away from the dwarven city of Tallstone in order to raise livestock in the c...

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What Is Your Internal Conflict

Submitted to Contest #164

I  shouldn’t have come back to the house. If I knew my house would catch fire, I would have stayed at my friend’s house for longer. I watch as my childhood home goes up in smoke. What a horrible sight to see. The black smoke fills up my nose as I cough, trying to breathe in. I can hear voices around me, but I can’t make out what they are saying. I’m pretty sure what it is though. The only thing I could do was think… What do I do now? It’s been two years since that fire destroyed not only my house, but my life. Where are my mom and...

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The Boys from Archibald Hall

Submitted to Contest #164

"Where I come from," Sylvester recalled the speech the new president-elect gave the night he'd won the election. "We fight for the equality of all. For everyone to have a choice to live their lives according to their desires. My job as president will be to give more freedom to all citizens of this great country!" The people cheered and applauded the arrival of their liberator, Ronald Williams. The incoming president was sympathetic to social change and simultaneously soft on business intervention. But there would be barriers to the propose...

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The Land of Fairytales: Where the Rainbow Ends

Submitted to Contest #165

Not so long ago, in the Land of Fairytales, Lucky, the leprechaun, lived at the end of the rainbow, in a little green house with a with a backyard full of four leaf clovers.One day, Baby Bear, Goldilocks, and Little Red Riding Hood played next door in the Rainbow Park while Lucky painted his house with green paint like he did every day.Goldilocks called out, "Lucky, why do you paint your house green every day?""Because this is where the rainbow ends," Lucky answered.On this particular day, Lucky ran out of paint, so he headed down the path t...

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A Saved Push

Submitted to Contest #164

A Saved Push All Three Where I come from is a small town in North Carolina. The thought of a small town boy coming in a position making more than a hundred thousand dollars a year is amazing to me. “Keep pushin” is my friend Paul's favorite saying. I use that phrase when I hear others want to give up. Life does give us curveballs. It is up to us how we handle those curveballs. One thing I’ve learned is that numbers do not lie. It can tell a story. A few months ago my life changed. It was a normal day of work as usual. Paul was inspiring S...

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The Orange Striped Backpack

Submitted to Contest #164

He was on a path to a better future until he ran into the bright orange, striped backpack. Eddie needed to get away, and it felt good to use his legs that morning.  The train station was full of commuters. Sad, tired people with no purpose, no drive to live, not like him.  From the fare gate he had heard the train pulling into the station, his train.  Quickening, he took long steps in his well polished leather shoes, flashing as they caught glints of the morning light. The blood spatter was hardly noticeable. Toward the e...

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New in Town

Submitted to Contest #164

Lordarin looked up at the Salty Whore, a look of disgust carved into his face. In his experience, places that casually disparage sex workers were never the classiest of establishments. The building looked as if it were built out of random pieces of driftwood found floating in the harbor. Yet, a massive, neon, sign depicting a scantily-clad group of sex workers of all genders lounging in seductive poses contrasted the shabby exterior. A mix of sex workers and drunken sailors milled around the entrance; some smoking cigarettes and ch...

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A Citizen of the World

Submitted to Contest #164

I jump back as a motorbike speeds right in front of me. The man atop the bike has no regard to my presence. I walked out of my hotel and I am now standing in the street. But there is nowhere else to stand. There are no sidewalks.  I backed up into the walkway leading up to my hotel as another motorbike sped by me.  I needed to find another place to stand as I figured out what my next move was. I walk down the road and find a pedestrian only street and I thank the travel gods for watching out for me. As I walk, the pedestrian walk...

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The Ethos of Starkes Herz

Submitted to Contest #164

“Where I come from, people do not go where there are not human footprints.” The newcomer talked softly, but with sternness and authority, slowly taking a sip from his stein of lager as he spoke. The barkeep was listening, but was not very impressed. “A young man has so much to learn. The whole world is greater than the sum of its individual parts.” “Indeed.” Gunter cherished the richness of his drink; it was a taste he had never experienced before. “But in my village, it has always been said, that those who seek out the unknown, do not c...

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Getting Brought Up Differently

Submitted to Contest #164

“Where I come from you kids are always polite to your elders,” I mumbled to myself as I pulled out of my housing complex. It was a common phrase I have heard over and over again since I moved here. It always comes from older people set in their ways. I parked my car in a rush. I quickly walked into the corner store that was down the road from my house. I hadn’t gotten used to having to drive to a place that was so close to where I lived, but around the area I just moved to it was a necessity. I wouldn’t call it a bad neighborhood, it was ac...

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Sex, Drugs, and Bunny Rabbits

Submitted to Contest #164

TW: Exactly what it says on the bottle. Alice popped a pill bottle and dropped a lump of white something into my hand.             “Go on. They’re awesome.” She smiled but all I saw was her nose ring. She wore a rainbow lined with faux fur. Her fingerless gloves had inspired the Lonely Island anthem. The lady of chaos threw the pill into her mouth and gulped it down.             “Are they yours?” I asked. Reading the labe...

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Remnants Of A Hometown

Submitted to Contest #164

My hometown, my hometown... Years ago, this place was a haven, a treasured, gatekeeping community of happiness and hope.I come here now and this place is gone, the community I once knew, gone, the people gone. Only despair to be seen and destruction, I now go to find out what has happened to this once great town, I now go to find out what has caused this destruction of the once beautiful landscape and the once happy people.As I make my way across the grey foggy streets over-encumbered in dust and insects I look to see the dilapidated buildin...

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It Rained That Day

Submitted to Contest #164

Where I come from, the rain either poured or danced under rays of sunlight. Rainy days crept up on me in silent acceptance of the ways of nature. They resemble the ire of human nature or the gentle reflection of beauty amidst tempest. Light streamed from the rooftop of an opposite building into my hotel room. The stretched beams bounced off the adjacent walls to project a smoky ambiance to the dull, now partially brightened room.  I thought about how the lights shifted the drudgery of darkness to create an almost magical illusion fo...

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