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The first time, it was my notebook. Not just any notebook, but the notebook. The one with the faint coffee stain on page three from that early morning burst of inspiration, the one with the dog-eared corner on chapter seven where Sarah finally tells Michael she loves him. My lifeblood, my raw, unedited soul poured onto lined paper, tucked carefully into the canvas tote I always carried.We were at the market. The Saturday hum of Islington was a familiar comfort – the scent of fresh bread mingling with blooming hydrangeas, the cacophony of ven...
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With rumblings of war rolling along the coastline, the knock startled Cecil. His grip tightened on the pewter plates as a sense of foreboding took hold. Opening the door revealed a handsome stranger, with refined features as if carved from marble. He had jet black hair and eyes that glinted like cold steel. “Good evening, and happy Christmas” said the stranger in a rich baritone. “My apologies for the intrusion, but it seems my carriage has lost a wheel just up the road. Might I trouble you for some shelter from the cold while my man f...
Weekly Contest #227
The assortment of afflicted souls gathered for this weekly meeting of Deamonicus Anonymous was shaping up to be the usual suspects. Pazuzu, the Assyrian demon, was lying on its back, legs in the air, wings twisted in unnatural angles. Pazuzu seemed lost in its own world, repeating, “I am Pazuzu, son of Hanbu.” Dave, having experienced Pazuzu’s peculiar behavior, gave it a wide berth. It looked like it wanted belly rubs and chose the coat rack to entice unwitting victims. Dave mutters to himself, “I’m not a tree, I’m not a tree” as he navigat...
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