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Submitted to Contest #325
“Sada!” the sudden breeze whirled around the young women as they stooped the sheaves of hay.Ruda turned, brushing hair only a shade lighter than the hay, from her face. “Hello? Who’s there?”“Finally, a breeze.” beside her, Elisa pressed her hands to the small of her back and stretched. She turned into the wind closing her eyes against the dusting of chaff.“Did you hear that?” Ruda frowned, searching about the field.A few yards away she recognized Auntie Dee bent tying the bundle of hay at her feet, while her youngest granddaughter pulled a s...
Submitted to Contest #319
In the space between breaths, Kisa felt Tamberon die.One moment, she was devouring the human caught between her claws, the heat of battle roaring through her veins. The next, a bolt of pain seared through her chest.Her roar twisted into an agonized scream. Her wings faltered. The sky tilted.She was falling.She hit the ground hard, dirt erupting around her. Claws ripping, tail lashing. Shock tore through her like a blade, with the abrupt transformation.Scales compressed into skin with a sickening crackle. Bones shrank, folding like parchment....
Submitted to Contest #290
I was in full rush mode when I pushed through the ladies’ room door at the Olive Garden restaurant. Somewhere, out in the restaurant, my grandmother’s 90th birthday party was probably going full stream, and I was ten minutes late, last time I checked my phone.There was a gasp, and I froze as the door collided with something or someone soft. The door didn’t have a handle, so I grabbed the side and pulled quickly, just as whoever was behind it pushed in forward. I reared back just in time to avoid having my nose broken.A hand with a perfe...
In the chaos that was Bourbon Street during the annual Halloween Bar Crawl, he first noticed her. As the evening wore on,the blaring jazz and zydeco was beginning annoying him. Her utter stillness in the mist of the drunken revelers, and dancers drew his attention quicker than any chatter of the surrounding bars’ hawkers. Tucked between two bars, she leaned in the doorway of a small shop on the first-floor of a creole- style building, its shutters open to the night. The low light from within backlit her figure in a curvy silhouette.He notic...
Submitted to Contest #272
Nothing says Halloween like a good Haunted House, or Haunted Forest. That wonderful adrenaline rush, that heart pounding thrill of the scare. For some people, this is an ongoing addiction. Their life is spent in the pursuit of the next Haunted Tour, Ghost Walk. They actively search out the unexplained, the unknown, frequently viewing television shows with the tag line "Did you hear that?"While these people seek encounters with the undead or otherworldly, for most people these brushes with the specter world are sudden and jarring.&n...
Submitted to Contest #249
A storm had dumped a light cover of snow on the battleground late in the night, but the bright sun reflected off the armor of the imperial troops like a signal. The flickering figures spread out before us, gray against the white field.From my vantage point behind the front shield wall of Aygar warriors I could see rolls and rolls of mail clad soldiers, armed to the teeth with the best the Letranian Empire could offer. Here and there the banners of the noble houses of Letran defined the different companies. I counted three. Three out of seven...
“Sada!” the sudden breeze whirled around the young women as they stooped the sheaves of hay.Ruda turned, brushing hair only a shade lighter than the hay, from her face. “Hello? Who's there?"“Finally, a breeze.” beside her, Elisa pressed her hands to the small of her back and stretched. She turned into the wind closing her eyes against the dusting of chaff.“Did you hear that?” Ruda frowned, searching about the field.A few yards away she recognized Auntie Dee bent tying the bundle of hay at her feet, while her youngest granddaughter pulled a s...
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