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Annley Vernada

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Thief of the Palace

Weekly Contest #340

They say greed knows no bounds.That couldn’t be more true.I’m running through an alley, legs beating against the stone as the jewels jingle in my grasp. The whistles cloak my ears, surrounding myself in the knowledge that if I don’t speed up, I’ll get caught.“Stop him!” They yell, "Thief! Thief of the palace!”Thief of the palace. It has a bell to it. Yes, that is what they shall know me as. The one and only thief that terrorizes them. That steals without care, and gives to none. What I have is mine. And I don’t share.Weaving, rounding, turni...

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Just My Luck

The hiss of the waves on rocks muted the sound of her clinking metal as she closed in on the cliff side. She looked down the edge, looking at the rough rocks and sea foam. She didn’t have long. But she couldn’t move too well; not with the extra weight on her right foot. She looked down at her foot, the orange, rustic teeth grinning back at her. Just her luck. A bear trap enclosing her foot. The teeth sit threateningly on top of her silver armor. It weighed a ton. She doesn’t really remember when it attached itself to her. She was...

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To Follow a Saint

Have you ever looked in the mirror and thought: I look like if sin was a person.No? Really? Because for me, it's every damned time.Where my hair curls into spirals, where my eyes glow, where my skin scars, where my curves hang, all of it looks like a monster of temptation and shame.I'm a monster of hate and hurt.Hate being what people say when you try and greet them.Hurt being what people say when you do nothing but shake their hand.I have done nothing to them.But they act as if my presence kills them. Maybe one day, I'll learn to accept the...

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