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Weekly Contest #217
Two months. That's how long Marcel and his company had been tracking the beast. Two months of following partial tracks and village gossip. They traveled through woods, across rivers, and over vast plains. After all that time and a chance encounter with a woman in Granholm, it was only now that Marcel stood at the entrance to the cavern where they were told they would find the monster they sought. Marcel Travers looked over the men and women under his command. All were wearing the armor of the Drakon Guard, the most loyal and elite of the kin...
Weekly Contest #216
Delvin Carter was sweating as he made his way through the crowds. His perspiration was due to more than the summer heat. He hated crowds. Bad things happened when large groups of people gathered. Delvin had learned that the hard way.No matter how many times I say I’m not doing this again, he thought, here I am again.A young woman gripped his hand.“This is going to be so much fun,” she said. “I can’t wait for the fireworks.”Delvin forced a smile and said, “I’m sure it will be great, Lacy.”Lacy leaned in and kissed Delvin’s cheek, and his smil...
Weekly Contest #211
This work contains mentions of slavery and violence associated with the practice. Two men jogged into the manor house to escape the raging storm. They had ridden their horses to near exhaustion, and both the men and their mounts were looking forward to being warm and dry. “Ronald, I have not seen a storm like this since we were on Jamacia.” “I can agree with that, Adam. We never had so cold a rain there either.” Ronald Price slipped out of his soaked jacket and draped it over his arm. A butler took the jacket before Ronald was even...
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