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Submitted to Contest #340
I wake up on a pier. Again. It is, admittedly, a very scenic pier — wooden, pleasantly varnished, smelling faintly of nostalgia and trout. The lake is one of those overachieving lakes that mirrors the sky perfectly, as if auditioning for a motivational poster. A lonely bird calls somewhere in the distance, probably rehearsing for a nature documentary. ‘Oh, brilliant,’ I groan to no one in particular. ‘We’re doing the atmospheric opening. Again.’ A breeze shuffles in sheepishly. The sky clears its throat. Somewhere in the upper metaphysical r...
Submitted to Contest #301
‘This isn’t what I signed up for,’ I muttered to no one in particular, gripping the dive slate like it was a holy relic that might ward off humiliation. The plastic felt cold and slick, my palms clammy against it. Technically, I had signed up for it—working as an assistant to a dive instructor meant helping with briefings, but not giving them. Not solo. Not to twenty-five wide-eyed beginners who were already seconds away from vomiting with nerves and boat-induced nausea. The morning had started smoothly: calm seas, clear skies, gear stowed, ...
‘That was the last box. Michael, can you take it out to the car?’ Lucy swiped the sweat from her brow as she stood up. ‘Sure, Sis. Are you okay?’ Michael, standing next to her, put an arm around her shoulder. ‘I’m okay. I'm just a little sad that this is all that is left of Grandma Lily. She was more than just a pile of boxes,’ Lucy sighed. Michael gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze before bending down to pick up the box. Lucy watched the smooth action of her dark-haired brother. She still often saw him as the snotty six-year-old who use...
The magnificent palace of King Alden stood in the heart of the kingdom of Elaria, nestled between rolling hills and verdant forests. Elaria was in a fragile state, with rumours of rebellion stirring in the air. Though beloved by many, the king was growing old and frail, and the kingdom needed a steady hand to guide it. The king’s only daughter and rightful heir, Princess Lenora, was a beacon of hope for her kingdom. Sheltered but kind-hearted, she spent her days studying statecraft and at night dreaming of a peaceful future for her people.&n...
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