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Weekly Contest #64
It was cold, she was tired, and her legs ached.Crouched uncomfortably behind a hedge wearing a heavy black cloak and mask, Lena tried to keep her mind from how exhausted she felt. Adjusting her short cherry-coloured hair beneath her collar, she moved her weight from foot to foot, unsuccessfully trying to steal back some blood flow. Neck twisted at an uncomfortable angle and nose going numb in the cold evening, she tried to keep her thoughts away from how she ached to be somewhere warm, preferably sitting alone in her room, pouring...
Weekly Contest #51
This really wasn’t how I had imagined attending the All-Seeing Academy would be. As a young witch attending The Bradblaith School of Elementary Magics, I was something of a teacher’s pet. I won the Junior Conjuror’s award four years in a row, I was top of my class in Spellbinding, Familiar Care and Potions – and my Runes reading age was off the charts. Which is why I was so excited to graduate and begin afresh, attending the All-Seeing Academy and majoring in Prophecies and Interpretation under the tutelage of Professor Petyr Dulin, a well-...
Weekly Contest #34
Outside it was April. Overcast bruise-pale skies conjured sheets of freezing rain, a strange elemental alchemy descending over the city. Inside the crumbling loft apartment of a Gothic building on Bridgewater Street, the mood was syrupy, slow and hazy; the last swallow of strong honey wine. Iris’s small living room, once a Boho fashion designer's wet dream but now left to the whims of its new occupant, was warm, familiar and dimly lit, protecting them from the harsh elements outside. White vanilla and tobacco pillar candles graced most surfa...
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