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Weekly Contest #51
His wings sliced through the sun rays. He turned, shifting his body to angle more sharply, and continued his descent. He gave them a quick snap to propel him even faster. Cries split the air; the sound filtered up to meet him. Metal screeched against metal. He could even hear the sparks bounce to the ground and crackle away as they cooled. The blur of the ground’s colors sharpened the closer he got. He shifted again, this time turning himself around, with his feet first instead of diving face forward. His grunt was caught in the rushing w...
Weekly Contest #44
“Let go.” “I can’t.” It was accompanied with a sniffle. Wet and full of phlegm. An almost silent whimper followed. “Please,” he said, begged, softly. “I want to know you won’t have any lingering regrets.” “I-I don’t want to let you go,” she said. Her voice high, filled with the salty tears trickling into the corners of her mouth. Her voice filled his ears. It turned into deep breath-inhaling sobs. Her face hung over his, her tears falling and mingling with his own. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. They were both supposed to survive...
Weekly Contest #41
The sight of mangled corpses used to deter him. No longer did the sight bother him. He adjusted the white fabric on the last body and stood back. He stared at four pyres, a body atop each, bound in white wrappings. He would have to perform the ceremony to send the soul on its way for each. Luckily they had plenty of wine. He knelt in front of the pyre he’d just adjusted the fabric. Two men stood at the closer corners of the wooden structure, each holding a lit torch. The flames flickered in the dim light, the sun rising, but had yet to crest...
Weekly Contest #40
Saabl He stood in the vast, empty library, staring up at the rows and rows of books. Browns; various, but mostly darker shades painted the shelves full of their spines. He was looking for one book in particular, trying to listen to the multitude of voices, whispering, trying to pinpoint the one he was searching for. His eyes followed the third shelf up, following the line of books marching to the right. He couldn’t see their titles from where he stood below, but he didn’t need to know its title; only needed to hear its voice. A sense lit up ...
Weekly Contest #39
The stars blinked at her, calling to her, whispering her name. Halaine. Halaine. Halaine. She wished with all her power to see the stars. To fly over the Earth, leave its gravitational pull. She wanted to see them for what they really were, from their natural view. She wanted to see them from space. But, she knew, she’d never get there. She looked away. They’d always be there to look at, from far below. It was all she’d ever get the joy of. She shuffled through the tall grass, unmowed, unweeded, for far longer than she could remember. Maybe ...
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