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The flicker of torchlight cast long shadows across the town line. The shapes would move and grow, reaching out to touch the sky or far away paths with long, black, spindling fingers, fingers like those of the Fae, malevolent and mischievous. The torches circled the town, the ever-burning fires warding off whatever evil lurks in the dark. There was no light beyond the boundary, leaving the surrounding roads and woods consumed by night. Every so often, a branch would snap, or eyes would glow from beneath the brush. Nearby, chil...
Submitted to Contest #27
The loud whistle sounded, warning all passengers of the train’s departure. Still by the ticket booth, tapping his foot against the cobblestone setting, Castle handed his money to the keeper. The train slowly moved forward, it’s wheels screeching against the new rail tracks.The Keeper remained unconcerned, and took his leisurely time retrieving Castle’s ticket. Castle’s wingtips tapped faster. Nervously, he tightened his tie and straightened his vest and jacket. When the Keeper offered the ticket, Castle slapped it from his hand and ran ...
Submitted to Contest #26
Time felt still to Damien. He was alone, dancing with the beautiful melody of Bach, his fingers filming over each black and white as smoothly as the sound of rain against the hall ceiling. It was a date, romantic and intimate. It couldn’t be anything less or anything more, it was only him and his partner—only music could make him feel like flying.The world around him crumbled as he soared high above all the troubles that carried the globe and the seas on its jagged back. The empty seats before him fell away beneath his wings of ink and vanis...
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