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Submitted to Contest #339
The silent room was punctured with the screech of a kettle. Genevieve crossed to the stove quickly, lowering the temperature to keep the water warm while she poured the kettle into a pair of teacups. “Sugar?” Her voice was light, dancing on the air between us as if the warmth from the steam was enough to ease the tension. I simply nodded in response. She brought the two porcelain cups to the small table only a few steps away, a stack of sugar cubes precariously balanced on the saucer of the tea meant for me. There was a wobble and I couldn’...
Submitted to Contest #337
At the time of the Accords, mass chaos ensued for the Thyrians as they were forcibly removed from their homeland. In the process of exiling them, their ancient artifacts were lost to time—relics that helped them to hone their skills of wielding Erythia were all destroyed or hidden away. Thyrians became divided, their internal battles causing factions and covens to split off on their own, hiding in forests across Mitya. One such relic, the Hallowed Stone, was said to be an amplifier—it could increase the strength of any Erythia cast by the T...
Submitted to Contest #308
TW: mild body horror; mention of blood and childbirth The morning sun was shifting quickly to noon, floral fragrances dancing among the garden’s springtime blossoms. This was Nora’s favorite place early in the day before the heat set in and the long shadows disappeared. Her mother worked not too far away from her, tending to the peppers and tomatoes. A pained howl ripped through the air, standing the hair along Nora’s neck at attention. She stood, turning towards the tree line, ready to face one of those mythical beasts fro...
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