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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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