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Submitted to Contest #314
It was the hottest day of the year up on the earthly plane, like a nice, cold day in Hell—not that they had many of those. The warmth of the sun felt soft on her soul—much gentler than Hellfire. Tyria stretched, a long, luxurious stretch that made her soul curl in pleasure. “You done?” Jonas asked, a drawl to his voice that oozed boredom like tar from cracks in the asphalt.Tyria ignored him. Jonas was a relatively new demon—what was 50 years, in the grand scheme of things?—and Tyria didn’t care much about what he thought about her habit of ...
Submitted to Contest #206
The bed dipped beneath him as he sat; he buried his face in his hands. Exhaustion and grief tugged at him. Yvette was at the desk, reading through the reports that had been gathered by his inner circle.He knew what they said already. All the same thing. Oh, they were nominally different. Long, flowery missives attempting to mask their lack of support, to messages lined with vague threats. In the end, it all came back to the truth.What little support he’d had, it was gone. Only the staunchest of the untouched were still siding with him. As mu...
Submitted to Contest #134
Air filled her lungs, freedom filling her chest as much as the air did. Too-tight chains fell from her wrists, leaving bloodied skin behind. She stepped out into a world graced by twilight, heedless of the tears of blood that fell upon the ground.The sky spread out in front of her. The blue was fading as it fell into night; shades of red spread through the sky, rising from behind the mountains like streaks of blood. A remnant left behind by the sun as a promise to the world that it would return.That promise, however, was not meant for h...
Submitted to Contest #131
Mina Monksbarn was a wanted fugitive. Here in the borderlands on the outskirts of the kingdom, that didn’t matter quite as much as it might elsewhere. There were plenty of wanted fugitives here, and her crime was hardly of the violent or dangerous sort. She may have liberated a few books and artifacts from a few disreputable sorts, but that was all. That those disreputable sorts happened to be the Head Sorcerers of the Land was neither here nor there. But all that summed up to say that she was a wanted fugitive, but not the sort that mo...
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