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Submitted to Contest #340
It always starts the same way. Every age, century, generation, every single time there’s a ‘Once upon a time’. This story is different -Once upon a time, in a world quite unlike our own, there was a kingdom of Fairies ruled by a tyrant queen and her ruthless siblings. Queen Kalevala was said to drink the blood of her enemies and put their tears into her bread. Of all the Fairies, she was the cruelest of them all. Lies, lies, and look, more lies! My sister was a queen, yes, but she was a gentle ruler, you son of a three-headed trout! Her pers...
Submitted to Contest #339
The sky was dark, as it always was in Washington this time of year. The state was altogether dreary and unassuming, but hidden within pockets of rolling green hills and sprawling forests, magic older than time danced in the air. Far away from civilization, a cabin rested on the crest of a hill, overlooking a small lake where the water was now frozen over. Inside the cabin, the fire roared, and three children sat cross-legged on the floor. They watched their parents and grandparents, uncles and aunts, and the occasional older cousin hurry aro...
Submitted to Contest #338
The library was empty; it always was this time of day. I slipped between the towering shelves, my eyes scanning for the moth-eaten red leather that caused this little outing.“Are you crazy?!” Charlotte whisper-yelled from her perch on the wooden ladder behind me. “We’re going to get caught, and then we’re going to be executed, all because you just had to strike a deal with a mage. We don’t even know if this book actually exists!”“Relax, Char,” I grinned back, “This isn’t the worst thing I’ve roped us into.” Charlotte huffed. She was the only...
Submitted to Contest #337
If I took the time to think about it, time is such an interesting concept. Time, the master who takes and takes but never gives. The father who leads you to your death and disguises your short life as a blessing. Yes. Time is a very interesting concept. I myself have never been bound by the shackles of time. I’ve watched kingdoms rise and empires fall. I’ve seen men and women alike search for the secret of immortality. But I’d never seen one who could bend time to their will. Not until he came along. I remember the day I met him better than ...
Submitted to Contest #336
The room was dark, lit only by the extravagant torches lining the walls. The throne room used to be bright and full of laughter, but now its walls whispered only of betrayal and bloodshed. I glanced at the figures standing before me, monstrous in build, sporting axes and spears. Mercenaries fought for anyone, as long as their client could pay. This king, in particular, could give you enough gold to fill entire mountains to the brim. I’d been working under the royal family for about two years when the king died, assassinated by the queen hers...
"He's coming to, doctor!" The voice pierced through the fog in his brain. Everything hurt. He tried to remember where he was, but he couldn't even remember his name. Panic pricked his drug-induced haze."Max, can you hear me?" Another voice asked, a head peered over him, shining a blinding light in his eye. Max nodded. He tried to sit up, but the man with the light pushed him back down."Don't try to sit up yet," The nurse said, "You're still very weak." Max rubbed the back of his head, feeling the coarse bandage scratch at his fingers. He fel...
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