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Weekly Contest #350
The handcuffs were brittle, flimsy steel links connecting Marcus’ wrists. It would take little effort to just pull them apart and snap the frail metal chain. He didn’t. White painted cinderblocks surrounded him, aside from the one-way mirror across the room. A steel door was next to it. His anxious hands and cuffed wrists rested on the table in front of Marcus. This too was nothing special; sturdy, clean, and the only interesting aspect were a few scratches indicating the table had seen better days. There was one other chair in addition to ...
Weekly Contest #348
The murmur of voices fell silent as I entered the Tribunal Arena. I kept my gaze on the banners of sun, moon and star fluttering in the wind, striving to ignore the many eyes that tracked my steps to the star set in the floor. It shone for a moment as my hoof clopped upon it, and it levitated as a platform to be level with the first row of the stands so that all may see my shackled wrists, pinned wings, and chained feet. Remorse filled me as I saw their eyes. They would remember my sister in chains. Even after, when she was herself, the mem...
Weekly Contest #343
- Mentions of death There is no future. Some say one’s last moments alive are the longest moments of their life. You would think that untrue perhaps, but as I stand here with dragonfire blazing a path towards me, I assure you the feeling is quite real. As is the part of seeing your life flash before your eyes. Maybe it is because I want to think of happier times, rather than the incomprehensibility of death. The earliest thing I remember is how badly I wanted a cookie. My father had just made them, and my ti...
Weekly Contest #342
Of Gwendolyn & EaldianBy Katrina Craig2-16-2026 Ealdian parried his opponent’s blade, the steel shining in the moonlight as the world dreamed. He stabbed forward, and his opponent twisted aside his blade with her own. He felt a goofy grin on his face, exhilarated at being foiled. “Excellent form! You’ve been practicing.” Gwendolyn laughed, a laugh he found more beautiful than the song of the nightingale. “That I have, have at thee!” They sparred a few minutes more before taking a seat beneath one of the b...
Weekly Contest #341
Ardûnn was much the same as it had been five hundred years earlier. All of the wooden buildings were new of course, but the roads wound through the lanes the same way they always had, and the stone keep was little changed, save for it looked more weathered and flew a new coat of arms descended from the one known to Ealdian. Beyond the town limits, the land rolled away into the west with hills and meadows, and in the north loomed the eaves of the great forest that spanned to the realm of the astral fae in the mountain valleys many distant mil...
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