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Submitted to Contest #234
As she entered the mausoleum, her cloak billowed down the large spiral stone staircase behind her. As she came to the last step, candles and arrangements of flowers were set out before the coffin but no one was in sight. Good, right on time she supposed. She preferred to be here alone. After her father King Throian Stormforge died fighting their kingdom's enemies, Selene took it upon herself to uphold the battle he left behind as she was his only heir. There are no enemies left to cross The Kingdom of Shadowmyre. Although many would s...
Amari found it hard to contain her excitement for the evening planned. After her 17th birthday, only three nights ago, her parents deemed it appropriate for her to attend the Moon Feast in honor of their goddess, Hecate.As the maidens began finishing their work dressing her, she couldn't help but stare into the silver-plated mirror on the wall. Its intricate carvings of willows, vines, and wolfsbane weren't the reason for her entrancement. No, it was her figure. She had never been the most lady-like in her family, much to her parent's dismay...
Submitted to Contest #231
Cot springs groaned as he rose from sleep. His dreams were always the same jagged pieced memories that left his body wracked with shakes and his ears pierced from ringing that would cause a headache later.The concrete floor was cold against his feet as he sat up, pressing his elbows to his knees and running his hands through his hair. He wondered what she might think if she saw the grey streaks that had slowly peppered themselves through his brown locks.He moved his hands from his hair and dragged them down his face, stopping at his jaw. The...
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