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Submitted to Contest #326
A shrill, sharp alarm sliced through the void. My throat burned as oxygen, dry and a little bit stale, poured down it. I tried futilely to stifle a cough, but my body spasmed with a flurry of coughs that followed the first.I opened my eyes though my vision was blurry, like my eyes were submerged in water. I saw the shape of a face in front of me. It nodded, and the nodding was accompanied by a voice. A female voice. I felt like I should know it, but I couldn’t quite place it.“Travis?” She asked.The woman’s face was coming into focus but stil...
Submitted to Contest #321
Prince Valdric reclined in his gray stone chamber, watching dust motes dance in the shaft of light, staccatoed by the iron bars of the narrow window. A hush had fallen over the castle in these final hours, and even the distant music from the great hall was no louder than whispers. He pressed his callused palms against the rough-hewn walls, feeling their ancient coolness seep into his bones.Tomorrow. His greatest journey yet awaited him.The prince had known this moment would arrive. It comes for every true hero. In every legend, every heroic ...
Submitted to Contest #320
This place was mine, and mine alone. I smiled as the leaves rustled; the air smelled of pine and damp earth. I stood on the front porch of my cabin, a monument to my own handwork and strength.It wasn’t just a place to lay my head each night; it was a fortress, a symbol of my life’s work. I’d cut every log, hammered every nail, and it was a testament to my solitude.I ran my hand along the newly finished wood railing; its satisfying smoothness was my best work yet. I’d honed my skill over many months building this cabin, and now I could enjoy ...
Submitted to Contest #319
“This is all my fault.”The words taste like ash and copper in my mouth. It feels like I’ve said them so many times that they’ve worn grooves in my consciousness. Yet they are the truth.Around me, the landscape, if I can call it that, breathes with impossible life. Seven, no eight, probably many more, different skies layer over each other. More like how oil layers on water, striations, swirls, a rainbow of colors that cover the spectrum, and beyond. Colors without names, that I shouldn’t be able to see. Light from nowhere, or everywhere, cast...
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