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Submitted to Contest #243
Ronan gazed at the mirror of himself, reflected in the lake's calm surface. The Scottish highlands stretched out before him, untouched by time, yet he knew that the world beyond had shifted and marched on without him. He had been eighteen years old when he first stumbled into the caverns, curiosity pulling him too far, too deep. He was lost. Time had lost its meaning here in this Elsewhere, and though his body remained ever young, his soul felt weary with age.The seasons shifted endlessly, though Ronan could not feel them. When snow fell, an...
Submitted to Contest #242
Francis felt the color return to his cheeks as he stepped out of the crisp fall air, entering the grand hall of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The magnificent marble floors and soaring ceilings felt all too familiar, like a second home. His friends could never quite understand why he chose to spend a Friday evening here. They were much fonder of the pulsing neon night clubs on Christopher. But Francis felt much more content amidst the vibrant colors and intricate brush strokes that brought to life wonderous worlds of adventures that Francis...
Submitted to Contest #241
The moon was harsh against the overly ornate silk drapes that hung in the far too spacious room of the President’s mansion. The streaks half-lit the space, softening around the serene form of a sleeping Lu Jia like a halo. Theron wishes he could feel that kind of peace. Instead he found himself relentlessly pacing in front of the massive window, his mind a swirling storm of uncertainty.There was too much silence. The tiny device implanted in his ear, usually a constant stream of Harry’s techno babble, Catherine's harsh warnings or Siyana’s i...
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