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Weekly Contest #253
Mortals called me Sands of Time. A few called me Tick-Tock. For the best, really. I wasn't a mortal being. I didn't have a mortal name. Best to stick with the monikers.I didn't give mortals much thought. People had compared a deity's relation to mortals with a mortal's relation to ants. Mortals liked to counter that if ants could talk, of course they'd pay more attention to them. But I didn't think they'd thought that all the way through.Ants lived, what? Two years? Three?That meant, to oversimplify, every two or three years there was a tota...
Weekly Contest #252
Someone was following them. May hadn't noticed. But she was eight. And while their parents had never been specific, they made sure Paul knew her mind didn't work the same way as theirs. She was "special." Not that he noticed often. That was just how eight year olds were, yeah?The point was, May didn't pick up on it. Paul had.At first, he hadn't. The city, Aquarin, was apparently the capital of this world. There were a lot of people, and it wouldn't be weird if someone was on the same street, or even took the same turn.But Paul didn't have an...
Weekly Contest #251
I loved to read. Still do, I suppose. Far more than I did growing up. Maybe it’s because I’m sick now, my body failing me in a way it didn’t when I was a child. I’m often tired. It can feel like I’m in pain half the day.Of course, I still do things. Like is short enough without taking out a large chunk for pain, and I think I’m the type to go a little crazy if I’m in the same room all the time. I don’t envy the people who genuinely have no choice.I’m an Investigator. At the time, I was helping a farmer find out what happened to his sheep.But...
Weekly Contest #246
Pryce put his hands on his hips. "You want me to what?""I think I was pretty clear.""Do you know who I am?""Of course I do. That's why you can swing with me."Presumably she meant she was safe, that she wouldn't make assumptions.When he didn't respond, she sighed. He couldn't read her expression for more. She had an invisible face. And invisible everything else. He could only look at her clothes to see her.Right now, he saw the heels of her shoes dig into the ground, bringing her swing to a halt. In fairness, she hadn't been swinging very har...
Weekly Contest #242
It was a cloudy, gray day out. Not even a rainy one, which Pryce would’ve preferred. It was just gloom.But it did let him move around during the day without an umbrella. And the art museum was free for twelve and under. He wasn’t going to lower himself to acting, but he could put on some sunglasses, to hide his red eyes, and see where that took him.It worked.Pryce got his free admission, and went to the area for optical illusions. There were things like pictures that could be cups or faces, and the image of squares that supposedly had multip...
Weekly Contest #234
Misco grimaced. He could hear music from the other corner of the tavern, the musician strumming away on some kind of string instrument. And that was impressive, because the voices between his spot and the corner should’ve muffled that. The musician seemed to be using some kind of magic to make sure the music could be heard from everywhere. Unfortunately, he’d been very sloppy, and created a feedback loop. The music was loud, so people talked louder to hear each other, and the music ramped up further. And . . . it shouldn’t have been that bad...
Weekly Contest #224
It was quiet. Dawn washed the dishes from the dinner she and Noctus had. There was a lantern lit on the table, but her eyes were better than a human’s. She went through the mail. For this, she did stand close to the lantern. The only mail for her was from her brother, wondering how to find her. Dawn smirked. I live near the big Pit. How hard is that to find? she wondered. &...
Weekly Contest #213
Wyatt entered the greenhouse. As usual, he wore two layers, had gloves, and a hat. Although, since he was in a greenhouse, his clothes were thin. Compared to some, this greenhouse was organized. It had a wide path in the middle, with the plants rarely extending outside their pots. Both his clothes and the greenhouse were clearly selected so he wouldn’t accidentally touch a plant with his bare skin. Most people were wary about letting him work in their greenhouses in general, and he couldn’t just get his own. Who had the money for their own g...
Weekly Contest #208
Tanya brought her staff up, blocking the Shade’s blade. “Bad idea,” the Shade said, voice eternally distorted by the mask. Tanya blocked a few more attacks from the Shade’s sword, and even jabbed her staff forward when she could. Metal clanged as the two danced around each other. Tanya had been practicing. The Shade was in a high enough position, they rarely had to do the fighting themselves. But the Shade still had a point. Unlike their sword, Tanya’s weapon was a staff. It was blunt. A sword could do some damage. And even if it didn’t slic...
Weekly Contest #185
“It started because you didn’t want to go, correct? You stayed home? A regret you’d like to fix?” The demon in the shadowy corner of her bedroom tilted his head. Normally, Avery wouldn’t want anything to do with demons. They had limited power in the mortal world. If she saw one, she should leave the room, maybe call an exorcist. But this was not a normal time. He was sort of right. She wanted to fix her mistake, and this demon granted wishes. He didn’t even make deals, he just gave people something. So she took his hand, and made her wish....
Weekly Contest #176
There was a radio at the bottom of the shipping boxes. Mandy hadn’t known it was there. She certainly hadn’t ordered it. She’d ordered some pendants. They were supposed to help vampires go out during the day. There were vials in the center. When the vial ran out of liquid, it would no longer work. Mandy had opened the boxes, and regretted leaving open space for the pendants near the top of the wall. That was a few trips up and down a ladder. But she’d given herself no choice. The lower area was occupied with some magical smoke bombs, some im...
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