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Submitted by writers on Reedsy Prompts to our weekly writing contest. Though fantasy is well known for its epically long sagas, fantasy short stories can deliver all the genre’s best attractions with one punch — or, shall we say, in one fiery dragon breath?

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Hymn of the Drexciya

Submitted to Contest #7

I put on my uniform and looked at the reflection staring back at me. I wore all white, a contrast to my dark skin, and I put my braids in a ponytail. Wearing my hair down is inappropriate according to school regulations. I tuck the cowlick behind my ear into a braid. The cowlick is a split hair that everyone in my family has somewhere on their heads, and though tucking it into my braids only temporarily hides it I still do it because it’s more comfortable to know other people can’t see it. The collar was itchy on my neck, so I scratched...

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Star Warrior

Submitted to Contest #7

Dear, Harry (Little Bro).I’m about to head out on what might be my last mission. So the Commanders say, anyway. Not because my job is nearly done, but this one, they reckon, is more dangerous than all the previous missions combined.Too many unknowns: Unusually long hypersleep, an uncharted sector, limited intel on the enemy.They’ve suggested I should write my story down before I go. Something for you to read when you’re old enough.I haven’t got long, so I’ll keep it brief. Here goes:My name is Jack (Big Bro). 12 years old. Star Warrior.Mum j...

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Defenders of the Universe

Submitted to Contest #7

Chapter 1: How it All StartedWednesday, December 19 12:31 Seconds before the incident It was a normal recess. Five good friends, Harry, Damien, Rock, Lily, and Mariella were hanging out together. Damien and Harry were talking about what they did at the fair. “And then, we rode the Drop Zone together,” said Damien.  “That was fun,” Harry added. “Wow, it sounds like you had a really fun weekend,” said Mariella.  Suddenly, a mysterious spaceship came down. It was purple and had a beat-up, but still had a futuristic look.  “...

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My Afterlife

Submitted to Contest #7

You would think that after a lifetime of working hard that I would finally get a chance to rest once I'm dead. Well things don't always go as expected. Like my life or I should say my past life. I didn't expect to die at 34 alone in my office from a damn heart attack. I was healthy enough to you know live a little longer at least. But now I'm stuck here in what they call "limbo" giving therapy sessions to restless souls so that they may have the chance to move on or go into the light. I was told that by doing this I will learn the reason of ...

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The Scarlet Diary

Submitted to Contest #7

Mia was sitting in her home, tapping her pen on the blank sheet of paper. She usually would've filled her diary by now. Yet nothing exciting has happened for the past few weeks. Who would know that its always when she wants to fill her diary, nothing happens? Yet whenever she isn't even thinking about her diary, something... strange always appears. She has met many, many people in her life, but she never went far and beyond to stay friends with them, who could've known? Mia sighed and looked up at her ceiling. Even if she had to make somethi...

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Angelo the Angel

Submitted to Contest #7

Hello, I'm Angelo. Well I was, until a few weeks ago that is. I don't think we've met and of course we never will now, but I can see you're reading about me and that's kind of you to show an interest. I hope it doesn't make you sad. I find it all rather jolly but I'm sorry to see my family taking it so badly, my friends looking shifty, probably embarrassed, and my poor girlfriend, Yasmin, I hate to see her cry. From here I can notice things I just didn't see when I was down there among you all. I seem to have got more insight into my family ...

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Annoying Homework

Submitted to Contest #7

Leigh Alvarado startled awake, her dog Willow jumping all over her. The mechanical dog stood stiffly and the robotic voice said, “Homework due today. English essay, five paragraphs. Two more paragraphs must be finished.” Leigh groaned I frustration. She had totally forgotten to do her homework. She twisted in her bed to strap herself down and flipped the gravity switch. Leigh grabbed her homework off the ceiling, and pressed the purple button on her bed. It zoomed to the kitchen, where Leigh slowly lowered herself into her electronic le...

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I Forgot to Live.

Submitted to Contest #7

I Forgot to Live.     The refreshing euphoric feeling washed in and out of my mind with calm tidal waves consisting of the beautiful blue and white highlights in a distinctive alignment. I took in the view of the rolling hills enhancing the distances and lush green manicured grasses aligning with the ponds. The birds flew together in perfect harmony, their black and fading gray colored wings blanketing the bright blue sky. Multi-color winged butterflies danced like fairies decorating the tall oaks with their beauty and gr...

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The Spoon

Submitted to Contest #7

The golden spoon of Ms. Hampshire was well known, in these parts, as a trinket of inestimable family value. It had been many decades since it had seen any practical application, but it was said that Baron Vindelin Hampshire, he of incredible antiquity and near-mythological achievement, had once proffered the utensil to the then King of England himself. She kept the spoon under lock and key, in a far-removed basement chamber of the house, and her esteem could survive this thanks to the efforts of a great-grandmother who had been on good terms...

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The Brook

Submitted to Contest #7

War has always been an 'everyday' possibility, as has Peace but sometimes an everyday thing can be one of the worst.The conflict has been the norm for generations- seldom remain of the time before when the height of excitement wasn’t getting a non-fatal wound rather than one that killed. Not all are sure that’s a good thing anymore. Those who were born before this all started are now withered by age, hardened by circumstance and broken from trauma. Feeling safe, a proper childhood and dreaming in bed are all moments of the past and stories f...

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Traitors Of The Sea

Submitted to Contest #7

Xylon was walking down the streets of the market thinking to himself  I wonder what Dakota needs today. While walking down the street, he felt himself bump into something hard, breaking him out of his thoughts. He looked down before him and saw there was a guy kneeling at his feet trying to gather stuff he dropped.     Sparrow was looking at fruit to buy while thinking about prices and how much he could spend someone bumped into him making him drop all of the stuff in his hand. He sighed exasperatedly as he knee...

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Brewing Trouble

Submitted to Contest #7

BREWING TROUBLE    I was struggling to get the cauldron out of the shed when Leila burst in through the back door looking very dishevelled – grey hair like a fuzzy halo around her head and duffle coat done up on the wrong toggles.    ‘Got it’ she cried ‘got it all’.    ‘Shhh - the neighbours!’ I was trying to quieten her down knowing that when she was hyped up like this she was liable to screech out anything.    Next door had been very funny with us since last ye...

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Lolly's Story

Submitted to Contest #7

 Lolly’s Story                      As a young child, I had three fictional best friends, young children, my age, almost seven, two girls and one boy. Annie Doonie and Doonie Annie, the sisters, wore white, and yellow pinafores with black Mary Jane shoes. Oh, those shoes! That glossy surface made it seem as if the girls danced through life. And that they did, they laughed and capered until they wore me out.   &nbs...

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My Guitar is still weeping...and it's annoying

Submitted to Contest #7

I leap out of bed onto a glass floor surrounded by the boundless universe with shooting stars, planets, and other outer heaven sights I dreamt of admiring through telescopes. The rest of my room is dry concrete painted a rainbow of colors and dressed in ribbons, streamers, confetti, and silly string. I shrug and balance on the balls of my feet towards my closet and two ballet dancers in oversized black denim overalls sashay and pirouette out of it to reveal that all my outfits are winged. “Good morning, Keith.”, they beam and twirl out ...

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Lack Of Context

Submitted to Contest #7

I never honestly prayed before, but I always had this small belief that someone existed up there, someone who controlled us or at least could control us; that thought lead me to have my first conversation with GOD. I mean I did all the talking, I wouldn't know if he responded.    Anirudh texted me after a week. I'm surprised how he texts me even after I repeatedly ignore him. I mean.....I love him, I want to talk to him, I want to meet him, and I probably can but I choose not to because 12th grade is really crucial...

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