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Weekly Contest #300
I cannot describeIt is hard to say howIt is unlike a thing you have seen.If I didn't know then,Then I know it well now–some places are true living things.They're as tender,as hopeful as we are–as unfulfilled,covetous too.And this place is its own,what it wants you will loanif It's got more cunning than you. “This place is gonna break our little hearts.” I said to the cat on my dashboard, her shining eyes all but pressed flat against the glass. I can still hear, whenever I like, the thundering drone of water crashing all around. Snow-melt ca...
Weekly Contest #301
What is a fire? How does one start? It sure beats the fuck out’a me.I know fire is in want of fuel to rip through; organic things become withered, unspent and bored to death. We rarely see a fire when it starts unless we've done it ourselves, and even then I'm not convinced we understand exactly how. But we know fire well when it's growing. Flitting embers, up and away. A terrible heat that licks the oils from your skin. The way smoke gets in your hair and in your clothes so you’ll smell it again and again until they’re washed.They started i...
Weekly Contest #156
"Our wazir is gone too long from us, Muni." Muni gazed into the red earthen floor, knelt before the synod. "Lord Iluud's duty is here with us and we've had much need of him," the counselor woman pressed on. "What is it that so preoccupies your master?" Muni licked his lips to speak, and found he was shaking in fits before the small council. I must appear calm, he thought. Already he was too afraid to meet the counselors' eyes, his own still ruddy from the last bout of weeping. He knew the synod was in terrible want for their trusted wazir, a...
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