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Submitted to Contest #84
14th of Midoth, 564 A new face appeared in the shop today. He looked to be fairly young, in his early twenties or so. Judging by his toned arms and dirtied clothing, I could only assume that he was a farm boy or an apprentice of some sort. Tousled brown hair sat atop his head like a bird’s nest, and I half expected a young chick to pop out of the mess. But his eyes… They were nothing I’d ever seen before. When he came to speak to me, I found it difficult to understand what he was saying. All I could see were his bright blue eyes, a ring ...
Submitted to Contest #70
It was cold. The assassin shifted, wincing as her raw skin rubbed against her shackles. They clinked and jangled at the movement, and they echoed against the cool stone of the cell. Her hand brushed against the cold stone, and a shiver ran through her. She wished she could reach the sconce on the other side of her room of isolation. It was a cruel decision on the architect’s part, to place the only source of warmth out of reach of the freezing prisoner shackled to the opposite wall. The northern lands took advantage of their cold summers an...
Submitted to Contest #30
The moon had already begun its steady ascent into the sky, casting a cool glow over where the sun’s rays had departed. The sun hadn’t even finished its descent beneath the horizon yet. Bright reds and oranges blended with the deep blues and purples as the sky made its transition into nighttime. It looked as if an artist had spilled their paints upon a pond and embraced the surface as their canvas. Carahall Forest seemed to be settling down for the night itself. Small critters scurried along the forest floor towards the safety of their dens, ...
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