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Submitted to Contest #334
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark.That's when I saw a glow in the forest.I stepped back from the window before Mama questioned what I was staring at. Before she was forbidden from looking outside, before she took away one of the few freedoms left by this merciless winter.She normally wasn’t so strict and harsh, but Papa’s failure to return from his hunting trip two months ago had left our house in a state of tension, like twigs in a fire ready to pop once the heat reached them.More than likely, he had simply m...
Submitted to Contest #287
Nick’s tea was magic. Not in the “wow, this is so good” way—more like the “this is legitimately having a magical effect on me” way. Customers at The Warm Mug would occasionally find themselves completely at peace after just a sip of chamomile, or maybe emboldened after a cup of masala chai. Most didn’t realize that Nick was the reason, and those that did kept his gift a secret. “Here’s your strawberry honeysuckle white tea; it’s already been steeped,” Nick said as he placed a deep green mug in front of a middle-aged woman. She’d clearly been...
Submitted to Contest #183
A girl moved across a landscape of dead, yellow grass, her breath creating puffs of vapor in the frigid winter air. She wore a thick jacket the color of dried blood and pants covered with white dust. The only bright spot of color she wore was the bright apple-red scarf wrapped tightly around her neck. She tried singing as she walked but stopped after just a few minutes. It felt wrong to disturb the all-encompassing quiet of a world that had come to an end. ~~~ A few miles west, an old man with a large sword strapped to his back was wal...
I woke up slowly on February 27th, thoughts slowly assembling themselves in that nice way they do on mornings where you have no obligations. Until I realized that I did have an obligation and that it involved one of the worst normies in the whole Eighth Battalion. And I was about to be late. I shot out of my bunk and quickly started throwing on my uniform. I had woken up half the barracks at this point, but it was fine, we were all psionics; we had to be even more tight-knit than normal sol- “I’m going to kill you when you get back, Aver...
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