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David Drake

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Legends don't always wear masks

Weekly Contest #195

“One concussion grenade in your hand.” “Concussion grenade received, Brad.” “Red Mask, sir. Remember, no civilian names?” Pausing, the wind up here, feeling colder to The Osprey than to….Brad. Blowing through his hair, but not The Osprey’s since he wears that cowl all of the time. That faded, worn out trademark cowl that kept his cape anchored. No accounting for taste. “Oh. Yes, you’re right, young apprentice. Now, let’s go get those hoodlums!” Red Mask/Brad rolled his eyes again. Old heroes never die. They just forget who the current v...

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Center takes the square

Weekly Contest #194

(A couple of disclaimers. One, this is NOT a historically accurate depiction of Roman times nor of how gladiator fights are done. Second, I will not label the two protagonists as gay or straight friends or anything else. The reader is free to make their own judgements. Or not judge at all. Just enjoy, I hope. Thank you for attending my Ted Talk.) “No! Swing the axe at his exposed arm!” Crasir shouted over the din of the crowd at his friend of these past few years.. Either from these stands full of sweaty, bloated bored citizens or in the st...

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What's your deal?!

Weekly Contest #188

You’d think that a large sweater would still fit after all this time with no alterations. What the…..is going…..on. Jesse pulled and tugged on the knit sweater made for him by his talented aunt for his birthday a few years ago and it was not only good-looking, it fit him perfectly. But today, after getting out of the shower and getting ready for work, it refused to go over his arms and torso. Grunting, he finally got it pulled over. He began going to the gym to get some cardio in and was able to keep his weight even, but he stepped on the sc...

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Finished by a whisker

Weekly Contest #187

“Roger, slow down!” Now Brent Kenton had to admit that taking a desk job was the worst thing he’s ever done. When his uncle, the personal trainer, admonished him for taking a job that required sitting all day, he said he would be just fine. “Just fine”, he panted. Now, here he was racing after a black-haired cat with subtle orange stripes through city streets just because of a key on his collar. “A note. All this…..because….of a….key…collar.” At last! Roger slowed down, just due to figuring out how to jump to a window over some boxes…..wait....

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Oh! The legends you find in my mind.

Weekly Contest #185

“Ye present clans of the Eyinase! Hear and gather! Your Majesty brings you tidings to bend all round ears!” All four-legs of the clans raced to hear what King Myru had to declare. Rumors that the hated, barbaric Mosirus of the surrounding cardboard mounds and walls plotted against the beauteous bounty that was the birth land of Eyinase had abounded in recent spans, so the Visier advised the rotund White King to address their concerns. Especially the burgeoning females awaiting birth. The Land of Eyinase had grown considerably in the long ag...

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On the way to somewhere you're not.

Weekly Contest #183

Just a disclaimer, this story may or may not contain sensitive material. Depends on how sensitive you are. Also, I don't claim to be Christian or adhere to any similar beliefs. I'm using imagery from that tradition, but putting a slightly different spin on it. Enjoy! Btw, I also am using two of this weeks' prompts- "Two paths briefly crossing" and "two opposites that find themselves attracted". On the way to somewhere that you’re not. “Rory. Rory Roxelle Romanaz.” She held out a tattooed hand with spider webs lacing her white clawed finger...

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Rock and/or Roll

Weekly Contest #181

Rock and/or Roll There goes another chunk. Dropping straight down into the ravine like the last Sherpa that I lost two days ago. Glancing was all the distraction that I could afford. Gotta keep going. Pre-wind chill temperature is dropping again like that chunk of this mountain. The upteenth wave of snow hit me face first now. Great. Just great. But it’s like Jack Grant says, keep pushing. Keep pushing. You fool, my dad and mom, brothers and more of my doubting family kept saying to me while I was putting the final touches on planning this ...

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The Name of the Game IS the Twist!

Weekly Contest #178

*Disclaimer-There is some hints of romantic involvement toward the end, but I kept it "clean"* The Name of the Game IS the Twist! A harshly whispered “Shhhhh” and the accompanying index finger to duck lips was all Harold got for this Christmas Eve night. For now. Harold wanted to be excited. This was, after all, his first outing with his uncle and father this year. They were excited as were his sister, his cousins too. They were jealous and proud both. Just his mother, some of the aunts held onto the antiquated belief that they should cele...

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Two birds in the hand

Weekly Contest #176

Two Birds in the Hand. “Presto!” Magnificent Marconi’s gloved hand produced yet another dove, this time a black one. The odd-colored birds’ obsidian feathers reflected the sunlight of this clear day. Another birthday party, another payday. More birds to buy, Magnificent Marconi knew as he released the black and the white one as well to the clear skies, frightening them enough to make them flap their wings hard, putting on an extra show for the cheering kiddies and even the bored parents. He afforded a glance at those bored parents, working ...

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