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Submitted to Contest #68
Breakfast and the sunrise were one in the same for a sunflower. Helian breathed in the lingering dawn, its once frigid breeze warming somewhat. The sun had brought the blossoms along his arms, shoulders, and chest a bountiful meal, but the crown on his head was the happiest. He and the flowers were of a single body, yet he could hear their unique voices. They chanted about their fullness. Helian chuckled, running his finger over the loudest. He tilted his wrist forward, letting the flower bathe in the light.A fleuralite’s skin was ripe with ...
Submitted to Contest #66
Three games in and both teams were sweating bullets. The Magicians’ Association of Tennis, the MAT, wrote the rules, but frankly, college tournaments didn’t teach players professionalism. With all the chaotic volleys and explosive shots, it seemed as if anything went in amateur matches. Not so for the United States’ Mage Nationals. The USM Open was nothing like those matches back in school. Gerald Hayes learned the hard way. He wished he knew before reaching the semifinals. Since his university days, Gerald could hardly believe magic ten...
Submitted to Contest #65
People usually don’t see the other side. I didn’t think it existed either, until I had an out-of-body experience. Here I am. Translucent to myself, transparent to others, non-living in a world of opaque, tangible objects. Except for windows—they could be any of those three states in their lifetime. Not implying windows are alive, but after last October, I’d believe anything.This Halloween, I don’t need a costume. I am the costume.Speaking of the holiday, it’s a favorite of mine. As a kid I loved haunted houses; the rows of homes lit up with ...
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