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E. H. Fairley

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2023

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Unmarked Burial, 30 B.C.E., former Eastern Alexandria

Submitted to Contest #275

There was no doubt how heavy his heart was with vengeance, and while belief had never been my friend I closed my eyes and cherished the image of Anubis watching his heart sink on that golden scale. The crinkles in my stomach soothed as the great god of the damned with a surge of terrible anger would throw the remnants of that wicked man down to the pits of the underworld. Destruction of his body, his soul, and his entirety to match the trail of pain his mere existence had left here. While the queen wiped her broken tears with soft ...

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The Barghest

Submitted to Contest #274

They moved in a hushed formation. Hardened skin under bare feet pushing down and squelching into the bog. As mud squeezed through toes, he inhaled sharply. He tried to forgive the scratching sting of frozen clumps knocking his knees. His body understood the infliction of pain and his mind knew no bounds to belief, yet his shoulders shook under the pressure of the coffin and his ankles clicked as they stiffened in the frigid water. He’d watched the tides his whole life. He'd watched the muddied plain never dry as the Northern waters crept wit...

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Stars

Submitted to Contest #189

I killed the man who loved me. He found me when I was hope and ash, and with careful fingers he scooped me up and took me home. Day by day he pushed me back together, forcing each splintering piece of dust into the mould I am today with the heat of his palms until I glistened. A diamond. He bought me one when I was twenty-four, young enough to sparkle and old enough to be cut just right. Fine lines and edges that catch the sunlight. White teeth shine just as tears do, smiles and sadness shimmering under the stars night after night, year afte...

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