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Weekly Contest #361
His kind had always fascinated the Otherworlders. Their sages, their systems. What was it; that made the body of his kinfolk burst into pieces when they came up?Up, up; into the Otherworld?His great-grandmother was once taken up there. Drawn up from dark, unseen depths. The Otherworlders, excited at seeing the sightless creature with the jagged teeth; were shocked to their marrow when she immediately exploded. Otherworlder witchdoctors tried to explain it away. They said it was ambient pressure, yada yada yada. He had never heard about it. B...
Weekly Contest #346
Blonde hair, limpid blue eyes, and a perpetually droll look. If ever a person looked like the proverbial, clichéd picture for "dumb blonde"; Barbara surely did. But! Beneath that mien was an intelligence so acute; it was plumb ridiculous just how often she was grossly underestimated. You would think that in the twentieth century, people would've learned otherwise. But Barbara wholeheartedly welcomed that underestimation, played on it, and profited handsomely from it. For you see, she was sticky-fingered. And not the pedestrian sort of sticky...
Weekly Contest #345
Just the day before as they walked round the city, their guide had pointed out landmarks related to one of the darkest times in human history. A beautiful city, it was. But one with a dark, dark past. One she wasn’t proud of, for she was a tourist city. But it was the birth place of the horror which began sweeping through the earth, nearly a century ago. Gabby had gazed up at an “honour temple” and seen her. The tall, wispy figure of her walking through her streets weeping. Every now and then the wind would blow at her skirts, lifting them a...
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