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Submitted to Contest #340
For the marble, the world rarely sat still. He was rolling along the floor at that very moment having been jostled from his place on the side table. The woman had put him up there that morning saying something about keeping him out of reach of the toddler. He wasn’t sure why though. The toddler seemed to want to play with him. And he wanted to be played with. It had been so long after all. But now he was rolling toward the couch, and he knew all too well what that meant. The room flipped and flopped smoothly. Ceiling. Floor. Ceiling. Floor...
Submitted to Contest #339
Freya was the only one who showed up to work that day, but she wasn’t surprised. There had been flash flood warnings all week from the continuous rainfall and her coworkers were quick to take any excuse for a day off. The little bell on the cafe door jingled as someone entered and she didn’t even look up from decorating a small macaron as she greeted them. “Welcome to the MudPuddle, where the coffee is fresh and the- oh…” she paused as she looked up. “It’s you.” Freya’s smile turned sour as she watched Nick approach the counter to order. H...
Submitted to Contest #319
That one looks particularly delicious. “No.” Come now. We haven’t eaten in weeks, you can’t put it off forever. “I can try.” Oisin had been arguing with his water horse form for nearly an hour, reluctant to let the beast free. He hid in the swampy foliage of his lake, perched on an outcropping of rock watching three young maidens on the shore. They laughed playfully, sitting on the sand and rocks, chatting merrily as girls do. They had no idea the danger they were in. Did no one speak of the fae anymore in their towns? How could they be so...
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