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Submitted to Contest #333
The club stank of things Saniel had never encountered before. Things undeniably mortal, though he wasn’t sure how he knew. Heaven, in all its starched glory, had never felt like this. Things up there were smooth, clean, always smelling of something pleasantly mild and vague. Now, human form clunky under his control, he could feel his feet sticking to the floor, the slight resistance tugging at his too-tight shoes with every step. It was a marvel! The sensations, the way his sock rubbed against the skin of his ankle like a wave that made him ...
Submitted to Contest #319
Content Warning: Mentions of violence and child death. The Soul Walkers were for the desperate and the angry, and Ret wasn’t desperate. She had been, once, but time had twisted that out of her like the snake suffocated the mouse. It was strange how grief curdled into rage. It was stranger, perhaps, how close she had come to what she wanted. What she needed. Months she had spent tracking a Soul Walker, trekking through forests so dense she couldn’t see the sun and sleeping on stones that jabbed deep into her spine, and she had finally done it...
Submitted to Contest #318
To prepare is to steel oneself. To prepare is to practice smiling in the mirror, laughing, crying. What once took hours to perfect now takes only minutes. I have learnt how to act in this palace of gold and blood. I have learnt that lies we believe are as good as truth. The sacrifice is an honour, they say, and they take no criticism. From their risen balcony they hide behind the glare of the ground-kissing sun, so bright it hurts my eyes. I force them open and let the sting remind me where I am. They choose the name from a pot deep enough t...
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