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Weekly Contest #84
Day 1: One year. I’ve been sentenced to a year. For helping someone out instead of bringing them in on something that isn’t even a crime. Which you’d think would be my job, I’m a fucking cop, but nope. Fucking DA is more interested in arrest numbers than actually helping the people in this city. Makes me wonder why I do it, sometimes. Oh, and to top all this bullshit off, I’m in solitary. Mostly because I helped put away about half the population of this sorry excuse for a prison, and they can’t guarantee my safety if the others could get to...
Weekly Contest #83
Lan’iell swam as if his life depended on it. And, in a way, it did. Life as he knew it, anyway. One might say the situation was one of his own making; after all, he hadn’t had to respond to the princess’s rather blatant flirting, at least not beyond the bounds of a few proper sentences and a polite, but firm, refusal. As the youngest son of a lowly viscount, it’s not like he would ever be considered a match for the king’s only daughter anyway. Which was actually more than okay with Lan. The princess was, admittedly, gorgeous, but shallow and...
They tell stories about those who try to leave the island. Natia had grown up on those stories; her grandmother was the People’s oracle, wise woman and prophet and healer in one, and Natia had spent her childhood at her knee, listening as the older woman worked. She’d learned how to blend herbs and cure fevers, to read the stars and predict the weather, how to tell if the soil was right for the crops to grow. And, she’d learned of their past. The island (it had no name, needed none, for it was the only one for at least a day’s travel and ...
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