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Submitted to Contest #338
People often say the world is getting smaller, but this simply isn’t true. A wizard could tell you that. At least it isn’t true in the way they mean it. Railroads and airplanes, newspapers and telephones; man’s industrial prowess has been said to shrink the world by connecting people in newer, faster ways, as if the maps were so folded that all eight billion people lived right on top of each other. However, a wizard would tell you we are less connected, and further from each other than we have ever been. Teleportation has dried up, telepathy...
Submitted to Contest #324
“He is an odd fellow,” said Uncle Hayes. “He is often away on long travels, and I’ve never been able to place his accent. To be honest, I doubt he can place it either.” I stared out over the choppy water and let out a heavy sigh, then turned to look around the small ship at the five others journeying with us. “Why does he get so many visitors?” I asked. “The arcanist knows many profitable spells, and can make a device that can cure bad eyesight, a service for which he graciously charges far less than he could.” Only then did I realize that o...
Submitted to Contest #320
In the time before the great cities, the land lay covered in lush green forest still untamed by man’s ambitions. In those days there were songs that echoed through creation that will never be heard again. There were noble creatures who cannot be seen anywhere today, by any falcon’s eye high above, nor any watery beast of the abyss deep below. There were creatures who now live only in the tales of men, men who build their homes from their remains. In that time there was a family of woodsmen. The most rambunctious of them, the youngest of four...
Submitted to Contest #230
“I’m glad we could catch up, but you said there were two questions you wanted to ask me?” He sipped his coffee, holding it in one hand, and then leaned back against the booth.“Yeah- yeah, I reached out because I have an opportunity you might be interested in,” shyly she looked down into her cup before returning his gaze. “Given our shared background I thought you might find it exciting.”“Ooo, so it’s a techy thing? Is this something from your work?”“Yeah, it's related to the project I’m on.”“Am I being vetted for a job? Do they need some dat...
Submitted to Contest #229
The night I rolled into Eastbrook, after fifteen years away, the cold air burned in my lungs as if I’d swallowed a hot coal, my frozen breath was the smoke rising from my chimney esophagus. When I moved uptown, I thought for sure I’d left this small town behind. I thought I’d never walk these streets again, but then I never thought I’d take a gig like this either. Empty pockets are a powerful motivator. Turnabout is fair play though, that’s what I tell myself. Policing blackmail is a joke, you always run the risk the blackmailer releas...
Submitted to Contest #204
The driver’s white knuckles clung to Wyatt’s soaked shirt, stretching, and finally ripping it at the shoulder. The white water roared like endless rolling thunder in his ears as he wrestled against the current. Hugging the man under his left arm, Wyatt reached desperately with his right, pawing at handfuls of churning river water, hoping for purchase on the sandy shore. Between gasps, he searched for lifesaving strength enough for two men. His lungs burned, his biceps ached, the untamed liquid force of nature rolled over him; adrenaline jolt...
Submitted to Contest #196
Beneath the maintenance entrance lay a craggy patch of dirt. Originally intended to become extra storage, when the stadium’s construction went a million dollars over budget anything that wasn’t front and center to the patrons was moved to the bottom of the to-do list; this unsightly remnant of heavy handed bulldozers and artless excavators was the last place the cameras swarming the stadium would want to be on this historic championship night. So they would have assumed. If an intrepid reporter had been there they might have seen something t...
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