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Submitted to Contest #329
Bonnnng… Bonnnng… Bonnnng… I hear the ceremonial bourdon toll from the precipice of the Great Tower in the center of the Aurorealis Court, home to all Lunar Fae. Except me. After failing to manifest an ability at the designation ceremony last year, I was sentenced to exile. Banished to the border lands because a Lunar Fae was… nothing… without one. Worthless. Now an outsider, I’m forced to watch this year’s celebration from beyond the boundary spell that protects my people. Without the mark of an ability, the enchantment will never allow me ...
Submitted to Contest #328
It all happened because one person spoke up. One person saw another when they were at their lowest and acknowledged them. Just one small gesture is all it took. And it unintentionally caused a ripple effect of awareness that inevitably impacted countless others. The morning commute to their high school was long. Cera and Saige had to wake up at 0530 to do chores on their farm and load their rural bus by 0620. After picking up the other country kids, their bus stopped at the elementary school in their town. They played with the little kids ...
Submitted to Contest #309
This isn’t a guide for making cute little appetizers or finger sandwiches for a celebration. No. This is how I cook a campfire meal for an adventure party. My party, Quixote Hex. My name is Zebedee. I am a Bardic Sprite and the cook for this rag-a-tag band of misfits I’ve come to call family.We’ve stopped in the Nettlewood Forest on our way to the capital to set up camp for the night. The first thing I do to prepare our supper is build three separate fires around my prep table. As they heat up, I send Solaris, my contracted Kimat, to fill my...
Submitted to Contest #288
The view from the ledge of the mossy plateau allowed Henna to observe the menacing canopy of the tri-colored trees that filled the gorge below her. Here, the air was pure and revitalizing. Her wind spirit companion twirled around her, playfully nudging her cheeks and momentarily distracting her from the spiraling worries plaguing her mind. “You’re feeling spry.” Henna noted. The sparrow-sized spirit nodded vigorously and summersaulted in loopty-loop fashion for adde...
Submitted to Contest #280
-Once upon a time, deep in an enchanted forest, there was…*Noooo!-What’s wrong Fletch?*That’s where your story was laast week!-Oh. Okay… Mmmm…. Oh! Once upon a time on a planet in a distant galaxy far, far away…^Not that one either!-Why not Phoebes? I don’t think I’ve ever told you two a story set in space.^Not interested.-Alright then… What about a story that takes place on a farm in the old west?*What kind of farm?-A…^Booooooring!-What kind of story would you like to hear tonight then Phoebes? You seem to have something specific in mind.^P...
Submitted to Contest #277
(Warning: Contains death) Old age. An auspicious achievement earned through dedicated commitment. Or, perhaps, simply by fate. An indisputable testament to years of careful determination. And a rite of passage that many will never boast. But at what cost? What sacrifices are made, or taken, on this coveted journey? Like fingerprints, no two paths to it are the same. For many, though, it leads to a residential care facility. In other words, a nursing home. Places that are often overcrowded and understaffed. Funding is minimal and quality is f...
Submitted to Contest #275
“Are we there yet?” complained the small boy, for the fifth time now, as he follows me through my mage’s Moon Meadow; a garden which blooms at night. “Nearly, child.” I answered, glancing back at him. He was younger than the others; seeing only four winters and a spring, I’d say. His eyes are swollen and damp from crying. As expected. He did just witness the massacre of his village. Including his parents, elementals who tried to fight back. My mage received their distress call a...
Submitted to Contest #274
Thump, thump… thump… thump, thump. Its echo pulsates on the sound waves of the deafening silence cradling me. Darkness lurks in and around every nook. Blanketing the space within its clutch. Preventing any breech of light. With it brings an uneasy sense of every possible thing that resides in the depths of its confines. The chill that accompanies it penetrates my very core, turning my growing fear into shards of crystalline quartz that prod my every nerve ending. Hyper-aware and on-edge, I dare to reach out. For… what? I don’t know exac...
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