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M B

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Dangerous and Beautiful

M B

Weekly Contest #249

She was the very image of grace and beauty: her slender body writhing like a serpent’s to the flutes and drums. The mink’s short, lowcut dress was a bright red that contrasted with the mink’s white fur. The bar of the tavern was full of all manner of creatures, all of whom were inebriated in some way. Some were drunk on Veilwinter wines and ales, others lay in a stupor from smoking much stronger stuff: their minds beyond the mortal realms.  For those that weren’t too far gone, their eyes were fixed on the mink as she twirled and gyrated...

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On the Trail

M B

Weekly Contest #246

Normalton Middle School’s playground sat silent save for the slight metallic creak of the playground equipment as the breeze blew through. A far cry from the usual cacophony of children screaming and laughing in play. The sun had long set, and the moon now kept watch in the sky. The entire playground was a picture of serenity as it waited for the light of day and the return of the many children who would fill the yard with their voices and imaginations. But for now, only two teenage girls stood upon the grounds of the playground as they caug...

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A Message

M B

Weekly Contest #244

Kairi grunted as she pulled on her boot, her blue face scrunched up in concentration. Now, finally dressed for duty, the young empathic female felt a sense of readiness. Opting for the dress uniform, rather than the Patrol jumpsuit, seemed suitable for bridge duty — a task primarily involving data reading and system monitoring. Or so she hoped.  If her career in the Patrol had taught her anything, it was the unpredictable nature of their work; situations could escalate from mundane to critical in moments. Glancing at the chronometer in ...

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Cursed Claws

M B

Weekly Contest #243

I dedicate the following entry to whomever may find this - whether I live for another hundred years or if the lynx I’m hunting kills me in the next few weeks. My name is Skreet Snickertooth. I’m two things if I’m anything: a brown rat and a detective on a losing streak. Every now and then when a case - or even just life itself - gets a little too crazy, I like to take a moment and mull things over. I find it usually helps me center myself and sometimes I find myself catching things I missed at first. I was definitely up to my rodent muzzle t...

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Numbers at Night

M B

Weekly Contest #238

I was a ham radio enthusiast back in the early two thousands. This was in Varunkirk, North Carolina - along the coast.  I thought I had it made back then: I had a job as a manager at a grocery store and I’d found a rental house that was pretty cheap. It was an older house and small, but for someone who had just moved out of his parents’ place it was a palace.   I’d always had an interest in radios so as soon as I scrounged up enough money I bought myself a radio set and a license. Long into the evening after my shift I wou...

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The Underdistrict

M B

Weekly Contest #235

The rain was falling in sheets as four very different individuals stood outside the temple and a fifth pressed her snout to the bars of the interior:  There was a large male reptiloid shouldering a large sword, a male rat in a coat, a female ferret wrapped in a cloak, and an otter priestess. The one within - a female meerkat - stared at the four quizzically. Standing some feet away in a semicircle was a mob of various beasts wearing masks and cloaks, staring and waiting for the smaller group to make a move. “Enough of this prattle,”...

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Echoes Of Time

M B

Weekly Contest #231

The brown-furred Jackal opened his eyes. The dim light of dawn cast light on the interior of his small quaint cabin. His new modest abode consisted of a stove, bed, table, wash basin, and a chest. It was much smaller than the rooms he used to sleep in.  The jackal's ear twitched as he could hear the steady thunder off the coastline. He pulled back the covers, revealing his toned physique. As he eased himself out of his cot, the gray patches in his fur were revealed - gray patches from scars beneath. The young male then staggered to th...

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The Cursed Moon

M B

Weekly Contest #230

“Val kan-tesh el vis’nu vash ken tisu,” the vulpine mage with the burning blue eyes intoned from the pier above the team. It was Draknor who was startled the most by this. “What did he just yammer about?” Farah asked. Draknor snarled, holding his recovered sword in his claws. A mammal that knew Draconian? A mammal that knew an ancient Draconian curse, no less? Skreet grit his teeth as he ran. “Weren’t you just knocked out?” He yelled backward to the strange mage. “I told you, I recover quite quickly,” the wizard with the burnin...

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Caligula

M B

Weekly Contest #224

It was still dark when Red’s alarm went off. The jackal-like alien’s long, velvety ear twitched at the sound as she raised her head from the soft and comforting pillow, her fur matted to her face. Baring her teeth she quickly slammed a fist down on her alarm. It wheezed out one last beep before Red threw the covers back and got to her feet, still in the one nightgown she owned. Grumbling, she stretched and yawned before plodding her way to the bathroom for a shower.  After she was clean and dry she dressed in her favored attire: Sho...

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Rage Against The Mirror

M B

Weekly Contest #221

Velope adjusted the sari, skirt, and blouse she wore - the traditional feminine garb of Daedalia, a golden bellychain encircled her waist. It was a fine garment fit for the vixen princess: She looked radiant and pure... She was getting married to the love of her life: The jackal prince Larkin of Daedalia. Long had she wished for this day to come.  Velope smiled into the full length mirror she stood before. But the more she stared at the mirror, the more she began to loathe the reflection.  Mirrors. Mirrors had ruined her life.&...

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Wine, Coffee, and Fire

M B

Weekly Contest #219

He was in some sort of prison cell, though something in the air told him it was not originally meant to be a prison cell.  The scent made him think of grapes or alcohol... perhaps both.  The drugged food and beverages they fed him kept him from using his full strength, at least between bouts in the arena - but it did not take away his keen senses.  The prisoner growled as he thought about how he’d ended up in this current state. He thought about his life before he was a gladiator for his captor's amusement.  He us...

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A Secret Within A Secret

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Lightning lit up the sky above Vulane as the constant rain was had now increased in volume coming down in sheets, a squall from the sea had made landfall and was releasing nature’s fury upon the strange city. Upon a hill a stately chateau house stood tall, no light burned within as the lightning flashed and illuminated the house its visage foreboding in the darkness, like an aged and rotted skull. Through the iron wrought gates three figures ran, pulling coats and cloaks close against the driving storm. Quickly they ran to the door and hu...

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Venom-dipped Memories

M B

Weekly Contest #215

I still remember that day: as crystal clear as the first time I saw it happen.  I was a lad of but fourteen, slowly growing into manhood. I lived alone in a cabin with my father on the edge of the wilds. He taught me all I knew: how to live in the wilds, cook for myself, forage for food, what berries were toxic and which were not.  He also taught me to read, how to shoot, and how to throw a hatchet... Useful skills. Many times he would disappear for months on end, leaving me in the care of a trusted friend till he decided I was...

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Not A Simple Case

M B

Weekly Contest #210

Skreet Snickertooth - rat private eye - almost stepped on the envelope left under his door as he began his workday. Looking to the left and right and seeing nothing but his neighbors - an accountant’s and lawyer’s office respectively - he bent down and closed his door behind him. Skreet walked over to his desk and hung up his wet raincoat, careful to not get the envelope wet. It felt very light as he flung it onto his pile of bills and notes. He turned and noticed some dust on one of the windowsills had been disturbed, but didn’t consider ...

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Behind A Hurricane

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The RAF commander was yelling over the propellers of Captain Sphinx’s Hawker Hurricane. “You’re a what?! Turn that blasted thing off!” Sphinx leaned over into the cockpit and the propeller sputtered to a stop. Captain Sphinx was definitely not the average-looking pilot. “A captain,” the American said with a confident smile. “Surely not!” The old British RAF officer said. “Get your arse to the Commandant. You couldn’t be older than eighteen if a day!” “What? But the raid’s tomorrow!” The commander - who Sphinx knew as Tressel - ru...

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