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Submitted to Contest #211
Despite the fire flickering in the gilded hearth, my hands went clammy and cold. I ran them over the soft ruffles of the petticoat over my lap, self-soothing as minutes went by. I stood and paced near the tea table, wishing the kettle contained actual tea and not just hot water. Sharp knocks on the door made me jump. “Yes?” I said in a tight voice. The door burst open and Théo entered, all six-foot-two of him, dressed in dark blue. His eyebrows raised as he flashed me a smile. “So glad to see you healthy again.” He took two strides to...
Submitted to Contest #209
Marcel drove his team of Felix and Fifi, their harnesses squeaking as the coach rattled over the uneven road. The animals’ twin gray posteriors rippled from their muscle and effort. Tossing their manes and trotting in perfect rhythm, the Mage spy’s equine companions seemed chipper and happy to be let loose from the city. He felt very much the same. Freedom. At least for a week or so. As a hired coachman, he was driving his passengers to the castle of a royal prince. The three people in his carriage he'd met just recently. Three retinue mem...
Submitted to Contest #195
The AideJulianne Munich…My waterproof boots encased my feet, keeping them warm in the shallow snow. I lingered close to the boy on the playground, yet not so close as to alarm him. I was his shadow, as he played in his solitary world, turning his body on his favorite swing. Dozens of other second-graders ran, laughed and shouted.I stood in sentry-guard at the side of the swing set, my mittened hands digging inside my coat pockets, fidgeting with the set of building keys on a lanyard.Jayden gave a grunt and a laugh. His brown eyes remained fi...
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