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Submitted to Contest #340
Eerie and black was the night upon the distant wake of the ice-covered sea. The ship lay docked, unable to press farther into the pitch-dark horizon while the winds howled around her. It was too cold on deck without three layers of fur and a mask to warm the breath. A few moments in the open air froze a person so thoroughly that their flesh felt fused to the bone. Burning from the inside out. Here, the darkness lasted for months, and the sea swallowed more than the light. A lamp’s flame stretched only inches from one’s face, the glow a feeb...
Submitted to Contest #323
Content Warning: death, grief, mild violence (poisoning) “Where are you taking me, Mikhail?” Kwaniki asked as we walked through the forest. This was my favorite place—where the trees whispered the secrets of the earth to me, where my herbal magic felt strongest. He, however, was an Anarii, born without light, without a whisper of the power my parents and I possessed. My mother and father already disapproved of our bond; today, I was giving him a gift that Queen Lyrielle would execute me for. “This is my gift to you,” I said softly, leadin...
Submitted to Contest #322
“I’ll go.” I raised my hand in the midst of the crowd. Hundreds of eyes turned to me, causing my cheeks to turn bright red and my skin to go pale. I swallowed hard and stepped forward. “Brilliant!” The announcer said clearly through the microphone. “Number 27086, please step forward.” They knew us all by number, never by name. I would be amazed if anyone remembered their name after being here as long as we have. We had gone from the wrongfully enslaved to now, their form of enjoyment, torture. I took my place in line. I was bigger than he...
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