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Submitted to Contest #339
Jahl had been ready for hours, but now the prospect of dying or, best case, killing Ogden, was eating at his whole being. Ogden was not his friend, but that didn’t mean he wanted to kill a student he had been studying with for the last five years, since the age of sixteen. Trial Law was very clear that only one adept can emerge from the battle. Jahl knew any mistake today would be exploited to its maximum possibility of his failure—including death. It was time to find out who lives, and who dies. Jahl exited the dorm, wooden door ...
Submitted to Contest #333
Jahan did not care for his job, marching the food from the temple to the cave. He felt the weight of his mace slapping against his enrobed thigh more today than any other. He wished he had never taken Morchan’s invitation to be a warrior cleric. “Be a shame to waste your mountainous frame,” Morchand had said, the old warrior cleric’s face tagged by battle scars that looked like small white worms. He had run a grizzled hand over his blotched, bald head and regarded Jahan with his stone-chip gray eyes as if he had been appraising a horse. “I...
Submitted to Contest #315
The Firebird’s muscular V8 growled louder as Sean pressed the accelerator pedal. The metallic bronze body and maroon trim of the 1976 Firebird made the gold avian namesake painted on the curved hood look like a bird of prey frozen in flight, wicked talons and beak glinting in the sunlight.My brother, Sean, hurt his wrist in a neighborhood soccer game when he was 13. He was the kind of player that got chosen first and always tried to make the best peace. The pain did not go away, and then the tests started. Some weeks later, he was diagnosed ...
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