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Weekly Contest #357
A terrible clang explodes across the feasting hall as my sword meets Saul's. Our blades clash, scrape apart, and slice through the air again, seeking blood. Revenge is all I care about now.My sword is in the fight, but my mind is somewhere else."Sit down, Nicolas," says my mother, in a memory I keep trying to push away.I eye her cautiously without obeying. "Why?”CRASH! Saul swings for my throat, a wild hatred burning in his eyes, and I spring out of the way, barely evading certain death. His fists, clenched tightly around the handle of his s...
Weekly Contest #263
I'm the sidekick. She's the hero. You’d never guess it from the way she looks. She’s an ordinary beauty, with a messy brown braid and bright blue eyes that always sparkle like she’s up to something. I was only eleven years old when I met Flynn at a town fair. As usual, I had no interest in spinning rides or sticky sweets, so I’d escaped beneath the branches of a shady tree. I was tired, bored, and under the impression that no one would bother me if I kept my eyes on my book. Flynn proved me wrong. She came bounding through the grass, so full...
Weekly Contest #262
There is a Line that divides the Island. My People live on one side, and our enemies live on the other. I don't know why. I suppose it's the way things have always been. Our side of the Island is beautiful and alive, fresh and pure. From the pointed towertops of the Prince's palace to the rutted path that I take into town every morning, nothing is untouched by the glorious white snow. It keeps us. It protects us. "Protects us from what?" I remember asking my father when I was young. We were sitting by the hearth, leaning into the dancing whi...
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