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CarefreeChicken, The Overlord Of Reality

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The Starlit Sword (The Other Side)

Everything about me is fake. Everyday I plaster on the same manufactured personality, everyday I’m terrified that someone will see through me, see that I’m not ready to be a knight. Everyday I put on fake bravery, fake cool, I fake that I’m not afraid to have another loved one’s blood on my hands. Everyday I practice my routine, I’m the best actor I know. And today, will there be another innocent’s death under my name? The stranger lying prone in the grass, am I going to be too late to save her too? Not strong enough, not...

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The Starlit Sword (The Stranger)

This is my worst nightmare.How did I manage to get into a fight with the biggest, meanest knight in the entire guild you ask? Good question. I guess it’s just my irresistible personality. My opponent, Shioba Hiztcha, the most powerfully magical knight in over a century, the queen bee. Me, an idiot with a big sword. The ant. Shoiba towers over me, a smile playing around her narrow mouth, her long silky ponytail dancing in a light breeze. Her slender hands finger two long daggers. I crouch, my bare feet digging into the san...

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The Starlit Sword (Prologue)

Author’s note: This story is the prologue to the newest series I’m going to be writing. Hope you enjoy it! Here’s the playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3IqDlAbEulNSW3j7ryoDZHWarm foam envelopes my hand as I scrub the pan over the sink. I feel a tug on my skirt as my little sister, Aabirah, begs for more dumplings. I set the pan on the counter and bend down. “No, eskay. I have already started washing the pan.”She pouts and her blue eyes grow huge. I flick her gently on the nose, and foam flies everywhere. “Don’t look at me like that...

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A Perfect World Pt. 8 (The Rebirth)

Author’s note: I did my best to fit this with the prompt. Here’s the playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7jkFsttAFHo6VWcqXBw3tqDune’s POV Early morning sunlight filters into my room, bringing with it cool, fresh air which chases the sleep from my mind. My eyelids flutter open, and I reach over the edge of my hammock, fumbling for my shoes. Instead, I feel a slip of paper. Curious, I grab it.  A photograph. I immediately know what it is. Taken days after the battle, it features me, Ember, Echo, Ivy, Wren, and a very battered...

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A Perfect World Pt. 7 (The Battle)

Author’s note: This doesn’t relate to the prompt a whole lot, but I tried my best I recommend listening to this playlist while reading: https://open.spotify.com/album/1ilz7Yv916lbJUR41wNMIsTrigger warning: explosions, bloodEmber’s POVShouts and screams thunder around me, and the ground trembles with a thousand panicked footfalls. I stand, craning my neck, watching the sky declare the truth to every citizen under the Dome. People rush past me, an announcement blares over countless PA systems, deafening my ears. Security swarms every...

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A Perfect World Pt. 6 (The Beginning)

Author’s note: Hey, since this series is wrapping up, I won’t be adding any more characters so the POV is from a character we already know! I also recommend this playlist when reading this story- https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3UX1qcBxupCb3oQDUt8CsREND YOUR STORY WITH SOMEBODY STEPPING INTO THE SUNSHINEIvy's POVThe street is dark and quiet, except for the sound of my quick footsteps. The artificial leaves of fake trees rustle overhead as I dash under them, my feet pattering quietly on the warm sidewalk. My black tank top itches ...

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A Perfect World Pt.5 (The Revolutionary)

I sit at a desk that isn’t mine. I stare out of a darkened window that isn’t mine. I grasp an enamel necklace that isn’t mine. I cry a tear that isn’t mine.  All of these things belonged to my brother, Arrow. He was executed two days ago, while his best friend, Echo, was arrested for treason against Sparrowhawk.  At first when he didn’t come home we thought he was working late at the hospital. But then we got a message from a Sparrowhawk representative telling us that he had been executed for direct treason. My mother screamed. She...

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A Perfect World Pt. 4 (The Peregrine)

I slide a warped metal sheet into place. I balance precariously on the edge of the roof and I do my best not to fall through the hole that hasn’t been patched yet. I lean down and reach my arm through the hole, feeling around for my hammer. I brush it with my fingertips and I lean a little farther to grab it. I straighten back up and begin pounding the metal into the right shape. The setting sun blasts its last rays over me and I wipe my forehead on my sleeve wishing we were a rich family. I turn my head and glance behind me. A towering...

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A Perfect World Pt. 3 (The Believer)

PART THREE: I tug on the thick chains trailing from my wrists, even though I know it will be no use. I’ve been trying for days and they never loosen. I sigh and lean against the curved wall and stare into the humming fluorescent light.  I hated the desert and all the other foul places we traveled to, but I hate it here even more. The sterile, fake looking walls, the cold glass, the frozen air, the bright lights…. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.  I look around at my cell for the billionth time. It’s the most unusual prison I...

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The Perfect World Pt.2 (The Traitor)

PART TWO:Shafts of soft moonlight slant into the darkened room and glisten on the carved spines of half illuminated books. I pause and run my finger along one of them, my eyes straining to make out it’s elaborate title in the dim light. I shift my glasses higher up on my nose and move on, my bare feet sticking a little on the cold marble floor. It’s…. A little hard to explain why I am in the only library in the world at three in the morning, but there is a book here that I need to find, and I don’t want anyone to see me with it, because...

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The Perfect World Pt.1 (The Spark)

Weekly Contest #90

 PART ONE:The fire leaps and dances, reaching for the clouded splash of stars that glitter above us. Mamma combs through my short hair with her gentle fingers, her soft breathing the only sound that reaches me in the dark. One of my sisters sleeping faces is illuminated by a spurt of flame, and I notice how peaceful she looks, her worn face smoothed by pleasant dreams, or by the fragrance of the nearby water lilies. It happened only months ago, but it seems like years… It wasn’t gradual, not something for our great-great-grandchild...

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The Bronze Dragonfly

Weekly Contest #80

The Bronze DragonflyThe girl tore through the forest, her heart thumping wildly and her breath coming in searing sobs. Suddenly she tripped over a concealed log and she went sprawling head first into the muddy forest floor.She tried to get up, but her legs were shaking violently, and she fell back down again.She let out a small whimper of desperation and pulled herself into the shadow of the log where she curled up, crying. Seconds later, a bright light flared just beyond the horizon. The girl screamed as a fiery, mushroom sha...

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Vera

Weekly Contest #76

( Part one )I was born different from the others.I was born with an inability to lie.I was born in the main village of my tribe. Everyone is born in the main village. But my thirteenth birthday is approaching, which means I may not be able to live in this village any longer. Let me explain. My world, K’setra is ruled by one High King. He governs six smaller tribes, including mine, the mountain tribe, Sikhra. Every year there comes a day which we have come to call, Cira, where all the children who turn thirteen that year are brought...

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Sika's Story

Weekly Contest #75

She adds another braid in her hair for every year she survives. There are four braids missing. She cannot remember. She knows she doesn’t want to. She can tell in the way the others look at her that she doesn’t want to. She lives. She lives and does not think of her story. She does not think of her family or the home she does not know.Only at night can she remember. Only at night can she remember how her family were killed and her home burned.She wakes up screaming for the mother that she does not know.She wakes up screaming for th...

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