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Submitted to Contest #77
Read enough novels and you gain a skewed standard for life, especially in love. At least, that's what I thought. I didn't think real people loved that recklessly—persistently, desperately. I think only broken people can love like that, people who have nothing left to lose. People whose hearts are so shattered, they figure they might as well pursue something with all they have left, even if it kills them. This might sound like a paradox to some—those who understand brokenness as the source of reckless self-preservation—but I know it’s true. I...
Submitted to Contest #76
“Hey, check this out.”“That’s definitely not edible.”“Oh, Eli. What do you even know,” I scoffed.“I know not to eat random things in the forest, especially when there’s weird growths on it.”“I never even said I was planning on eating it. Besides, those weird growths could just be more food?”“No. And I know you were thinking about eating it.”“Okay, whatever.”“I know you’re running low on food, but there has to be something else to eat around here.”“I don’t know, Eli. If you’re right about the weird growths on those mushrooms—”“I’m always righ...
Submitted to Contest #75
The night was reaching its peak at the old tavern on Conjuror's Row. Inviting orange light spilled out of the windows and onto the street. The air inside was mildly opaque, both in the sense that smoke billowed from the pipes of relaxing adventurers and that the atmosphere of the place was one that begged for anonymity. It was for this reason that the nymph lounging in one corner frequented the place. Her gaze shifted continually around the room as she nursed her drink: an amber-colored brew that never seemed to empty.Between muscled adventu...
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