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Weekly Contest #319
A raging tempest lures poor sailors to the Tavern’s old. They seek shelter from the wailing wind and angry waters. The storm surrounds them like a haunting melody, as the glow of the Tavern beckons them inside. The Drowned Sailor Tavern has served folks for many years and stands as a staple in this seaside town. As someone walks past the mismatched chairs toward the crooked bar, a quiet melody drifts from the corner. An old bard plays a beat-up fiddle, worn by the years, with strings missing, but the notes are still resonant. His face darken...
Weekly Contest #315
“You’ve become quite the independent woman. You’re growing up so fast,” her father said tenderly. “Twelve years old today, it feels strange, since I’ve spent the other eleven with you, but I’m glad you’re going to meet with friends. Please don’t worry too much about studying. You are smart, and you don’t have to make perfect scores. Just remember to have fun; it’s your birthday, after all. You’re still technically a kid, so enjoy yourself even in the midst of your studies. Don’t worry, it’s only a couple more weeks, and when you get home, I’...
Weekly Contest #314
It was the hottest day of the year on Solun’Dar. The heat wrapped around everything like a dry blanket. The temperature was high and the humidity low as the sun stood blinding in the sky. During the days, only the forgiving shade of a passing tree or the cooling water of an oasis could vanquish the unforgiving heat of the Solun’Dar’s sun. The students landed at the docking area of Solun’Dar. They were given a briefing on the way there. They were told that Solun’Dar was typically very warm, but due to an unusual weather pattern, the temperatu...
Weekly Contest #313
The room smelled of a faint pine. The light of the tree was broken by one missing bulb. Ornaments that once hung from the tree now decorate the floor. Scattered pieces of wrapping paper were hidden underneath furniture. A small TV hidden in the corner moved from its original spot, now outshone by the Holidays. A countdown played, where the newsman discussed the people’s hopes for the new year. Adrian sat on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, talking out loud to herself but also partly to her father, who stood in the kitchen on the other sid...
Weekly Contest #312
A city big enough to be its own planet, the center for AI and quantum computing, Veltrion. A gynoid marches around the city, fulfilling her designated purpose, a task assigned to her from the moment of her awakening. The city is devoid of most life, except for those organics who are unlucky enough to call this place home. Her status stands above those of organic origins. As a product of machinery and technology, although she appears to have similar qualities to those under her, her body has been meticulously designed and created to remain u...
Weekly Contest #311
With the whisper of a word, they can make the room glow like the sun. With a wave of a wand, the trees listen to their command. With one evil idea, a person’s life could be ended with a sentence. I was born into a world full of magic. Every aspect of every day was dealt with it. A simple task couldn’t be completed without it. Almost everyone could wield it, but of course, not me. This is something I learned pretty fast; however, there was an upside to it, I guess, if that’s what you could call it. From a young age, I was so focused on learni...
Weekly Contest #310
The city was covered in a thick layer of pollution and blinded by the lights of the night. The air grew colder every day as winter approached. The sound of the city did very little to distract Alvina from her immense failure tonight at the audition. She had hoped that tonight would be her big breakthrough; however, her voice cracked, and she tripped over her feet more than she liked to admit. She’s seen countless people make it big, from the stage to simple video apps. If she couldn’t make it on the stage, perhaps on an app. She pulled out h...
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