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Elizabeth Inkim

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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City of Echoes

Weekly Contest #68

The sky was a patchwork of stars and sunlight. Splinters of gold cut across the once dark night sky. Through the clouds, rivers of pale ochre and orange light bled through the cracks. Over the horizon, shades of cerise broke across the dunes, casting rippling ghosts into the arid valley below. In the freezing stillness of dawn, slivers of shadow tuned the sky into an opus of violets and coral hues that softened the sky into a pale robin’s egg blue. Asena shivered in her seat by the ledge. Shoulder to shoulder, Asena sat next to a disgruntled...

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A Murder of Crows

Weekly Contest #66

A savage wind howled through the forest. Rustling the brittle leaves, it snapped the bowing barks and branches of the ancient wood into pieces, leaving a carnage of scattered twigs in its wake. Through the dim moonlight of winter, Declan sat around the campfire, shoulder to shoulder with his brethren, waiting for the Council of Elders to commence the Blood Rite. The Blood Rite was a traditional contest amongst the Mountain Men of the Highlands, that occurred a fortnight after every Chief’s death. Open to all warriors and families of the clan...

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Dum Spiro, Spero

Weekly Contest #65

The rain was full of ghosts. Apparitions of whispers that have long since died on the lips of the damned whistled through the streets. Brittle, broken leaves danced in the frigid breeze of autumn. Dum Spiro, Spero. Dum Spiro, Spero. Dum Spiro, Spero. The words haunted my mind as I stormed down the chipped streets. Like a broken stereo, the words rattled around in my head, again and again; unrelenting. Ever since that blasted beast of bewilderment bit me, flashes of another life plagued my dreams. They felt more like memories of another life;...

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Aureolus Ashes

Weekly Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I was too late. I didn’t find the bomb in time. Ashes rained down from the sky. The glittering cinders caught the fading twilight sun. Standing on the steps of the Fleurs Séchées ball, I watched the once vibrant fields of lavender turn into a sea of flames. Releasing a breath, I could not help but stare at the burning trees. Gilded tongues of fire licked up the barks of the surrounding forest trees, igniting the once full canopy into a dazzling inferno. Lurid towers of ash and smoke bur...

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Of Bone and Blood

Weekly Contest #62

The sickening crunch of bone and the tang of blood had become music to Cordelia’s ears, tomorrow, she would take her place at Death’s side. Already a trained assassin and master of poisons, Cordelia Soren had longed to become a Sage of Death. She had entered the competition for that sole reason. Occurring once every century, this blood sport was a tradition amongst those in Asphodel. The champion not only won Death’s favour, immortality, and riches, but the honour to serve at its side. The last true God in this forsaken world, Death and the ...

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A Rose By Any Other Name

Weekly Contest #61

The desk had become a labyrinth of letters and papers.Piling strewn papers into misshapen stacks, Roslyn shoved her homework into her bag. Yawning and methodically bolting her locker shut, Roslyn squinted out of the window to see the bright blazing sun. Returning her attention to her books, she grimaced at the most overrated play of all time, chucking the book into her bag. Honestly, the whole Romeo and Juliet tragedy thing could easily have been avoided if the messenger had gotten there on time. Sleep pulled at her eyelids, as another yawn ...

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Silent Citadel

Weekly Contest #59

It should not have ended like this, and Wu knew it; she was out of time. Weaving through the sea of citizens, Wu stalled by one of the narrow alleyways of Haen. A frigid gust of wind blew through the passageway, ripping the hood from Wu’s head, leaving her gazing at the roiling clouds. Ashen and streaked with the occasional shock of white they did little to absorb the light of the lanterns below. The aroma of spices and old oil permeated the air, clinging to the clothes of every patron and perpetrator who dared to brave the icy winter weathe...

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Enigmas of the Shadow Sea

Weekly Contest #58

The undulating motion in the ceaseless shadows was beginning to take its toll on William. Already on the run, the exiled son of the crown had already been thrown for several loops, but what made it all undoubtedly worse was the fact that he was exhausted. It had been months since he had been stripped of his magic, but the hollow cavity left in its wake was still crippling. No matter how long he slept, it was never enough, and 150,000 leagues under the sea with nothing to do, and nowhere to go, William often found himself staring into the ope...

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Auditorium Antics

Weekly Contest #56

Roslyn had two problems: her mountain of schoolwork, and an impending disciplinary probation.Tonight, she was supposed to be finishing her sacred geometry schoolwork and studying for her Rhetoric in Poetry exam, but this evening was the closing night of Dragon of the West. It was Roslyn’s favourite play, and much to her chagrin the tickets cost a small fortune. A fortune that Roslyn did not have. This left her with two options, miss the play entirely, or sneak into the Eilian Seff Theater to see it; and of course, she took the latter. Althou...

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And I am a creator at heart

Weekly Contest #55

“Can you keep a secret?” I whisper my question like a prayer into the open arms of the wind. Letting the words hang in the unending silence, I wriggle around in my spot by the window. It is an old, weathered thing, a patch work of glass. Remnants of generations gone by. I do not know what I am waiting for, it’s just me and my notebook. I do not know why I say it or when it even started, but, before I write in my journal, I ask it to keep my secrets. Ridiculous I know, but there is something comforting about it. Recently I have gotten into th...

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