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Submitted to Contest #340
Beautiful, lilting music comes alive in the practice room, the sounds ricocheting off the short walls surrounding us. I wonder if the people outside can hear it. My strings vibrate as Master’s bow moves across me in rapid successive strokes. She sways and raises my scroll as the music consumes us. I would hum along if I had a mouth.She continues to play on me, and the entire world vanishes. Only harmonious vibrations surround us, which would almost feel suffocating if I had nerves to feel with. It is only me and Master. Violin and Violinist....
Submitted to Contest #333
The Witness“Pop!” a sharp sound rang in my ears.I turned from where I was standing inside of an Indian restaurant to try to find the source of the noise. The front wall was completely made of glass, so it was easy to see that the back window of a car parked in front of the restaurant was riddled with a small circular hole. I blinked and:“Pop, pop!”Two more holes appeared.Spiderweb cracks emerged, and the glass poured onto the pavement like spilled water. It took a second for me to connect the noise to what I was seeing. Afterall, I was only ...
Submitted to Contest #328
“Hello, Mother,” I say, gleefully watching the way she jumps when finally noticing me. The woven basket full of the day’s harvest slips from her frail hands and rolls across the ground, leaving a trail of green leaves. So, this is Cohen’s mother. I take a second to look her over, noting her weather-beaten skin and stringy brown hair. She is wearing a drab, cotton dress that ends just below her knees. I did not try to conceal myself for this trip and am wearing my castle attire: a silk magenta gown that brushes along the dirt path leading to...
Submitted to Contest #319
Killer Beauty The chains on Regina’s wrists clinked, echoing against the cold rock walls of the Beast’s prison. “Why should I let you go?” the Beast grumbled from the other side of the metal bars. His massive shoulders spanned the entire width of her cell. Regina hated calling him that. But perhaps it suited him; he was burly and hairy, with large hands and a thick beard. “I am innocent,” she said to him, steadying her breaths. “My husband framed me. He is the one who was unfaithful.” The Beast snorted and turned away. His receding footste...
Submitted to Contest #317
Were the shadows moving, or was it just her imagination? Hamina Jonsey had never once thought that she would flinch each time she saw a shadow move. But that was before she had found out she was a Magician; before she had gotten involved with Syna. The book hidden beneath Hamina’s hoodie began to slip down. She righted it and kept walking down the sidewalk. If she handed this book to Syna, she would be handing over the key to destroying all Magicians. But she had no choice, she could either protect all Magicians, or protect her sister. How ...
Submitted to Contest #315
It would almost be better if he could make some sort of sound. It’s pitch black outside, making it hard to see him properly, but I can’t turn on any lights at such a late hour. I need some sign that he will be alright. I wish to hear his labored breaths become steady with time. But instead, all I hear is cold, dead silence. It was the original reason I had gotten a rabbit, they were absolutely quiet. Except, they were known to scream when near death. But that is a sound I hope never to hear. I run my hand across Blaze’s back, some of his bla...
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