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Weekly Contest #45
Alexandr angrily hit the power button on the remote for the television as he just witnessed another senseless killing of a poor goblin in the shadow district. He rubbed his eyes in frustration about the amount of injuries, killings, and other social injustices his fellow humans were inflicting on what they considered lower races. This time it was a human guard, surrounded by other guards who did nothing but laugh as the poor goblin squealed and pleaded. He walked towards the small phone as the music of his ringtone filled the air. His dwarv...
Weekly Contest #17
The adventuring group sat around, each enjoying their company, as well as their favorite beverage, while the meal was being prepared. Each had their own story to tell, but as a close-knit group of adventurers, they had a lot more together. They were more of a family than friends. Closer to each than most real families. Sure, there was drama and heartache, but each one would quickly come to the defense of each other. Bastian stood at the head of the table and over a toast to the completion of their latest mission. He had spent the day finaliz...
I have tried my best to fit in, but I still feel as though I am that proverbial outcast. Never have I felt so much isolation with as many people are around. I know I am alone in feeling this way, since this family is so large. The matron of the family sits at the head of the table in a chair that resembles a throne, watching everything that happens, while I feel her heated glance of hatred occasionally shift towards me. I watch as siblings, cousins, uncles, aunts, all interact with each other in different sections of the living areas. The fe...
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