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Submitted to Contest #263
Screams rent the air and Merrick jerked awake. “Merry?” He pulled himself up, scrambling from his bedroll to check on his sister bundled up in the back of the wagon. “Merry?”Another skull-splitting shriek filled the air and, in a panic, he ripped off the blankets from her heated body. The icy boots he had generated to bring down her fever was clinging to her legs. “What’s wrong, Merry?”She cried out incoherently, rolling back and forth. He jumped into the wagon beside her, worried about her fever, and that he shouldn’t have stopped at the si...
Matthieu rubbed his forehead between the two horns jutting out and let out a deep sigh that rumbled in his chest. He stared at the crowded tea shop. He knew he would have problems getting in, around, or through the different patrons. The low ceiling promised him that his horns would be scraping along the wood beams as soon as he set foot in the door. In fact, his heavy footsteps on the walkway outside had already caused some of the patrons to turn and glare at him.He fingered the mating talisman he wore around his neck. The smooth silkiness ...
Submitted to Contest #196
My end is near. I can feel it with each slow drip of liquid seeping from my broken frame. The battle cruisers glide above the mountains of mechs on the ground and I turn my head to see what is left of the centuria that I was a part of. The loose pieces of titanium, plastic, and rubber surround me but not a single viable ‘bot. I scan the field beyond the piles of components around me but I can see no movement, only a random limb jutting here and there in the smoky air. The silence is deafening. Except that it is not silent. Not really. My hea...
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