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Weekly Contest #318
Teddy rubbed his weary eyes as the morning sunlight beamed between the open curtains and wriggled its way through the gaps between his fingers. He stretched his arms and yawned, facing the glow-in-the-dark stars stickered above, which were now camouflaged within the white blankness of the ceiling. Teddy had a plan for the day. It was a very particular plan. He would get out of bed, brush his teeth, get dressed, slip on his favourite fluffy slippers, go downstairs, eat breakfast and then paint the final picture in his newest collection. This ...
Weekly Contest #277
Cob dragged his dark, stone legs over the next clump of soil and grass, grunting in exhaustion. His rugged, rocky limbs ached violently, but not nearly as much as his heart. He yearned for something—something he wasn’t sure he could ever reach. However, he’d be damned if he didn’t try.At the top of the starlit hill, he straightened his posture, standing firm and tall, and gazed up at the midnight sky. He could see everything he had ever wanted in those stars.He carefully arranged his words in a polite manner in his mind, preparing to speak h...
Weekly Contest #248
‘Speak no untruths in the presence of a gleemynx,’ Arlo’s mother used to warn him, growing up in the Oakseed Vines.How could he have known, though? A gleemynx isn’t always easy to spot. They look remarkably similar to any normal person. Until, of course, you notice their crooked legs, webbed fingers, and pale green skin. Arlo hadn’t been paying attention when he stepped into the Alchemic Spire. He was looking for information regarding a bounty on an elfen grifter who had been terrorising Oakseed’s peaceful streets. A rookie mistake. You must...
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