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Raye McLaughlin

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2024

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A D&D Story With Edgar Allen Poe Vibes

Weekly Contest #319

What was originally assumed to be simply blood for hire had quickly and inevitably escalated into an ordeal. See, the man who was the presumed target of the tribe of assassins was a traitor to his kingdom. Therefore, he was to be taken alive, before being ceremoniously executed by the eyes of the people in his homeland. Though the tribe had ultimately succeeded, in the minds of many they had still lost. The most severe of those thoughts came from the dragonborn known by the name Cyndergaurd. Though she had decades on her human counterpar...

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A Poem I Wrote From The Branches Of A Cottonwood Tree

Weekly Contest #288

I want to share a poem I wrote about the wind, but since Reedsy requires at least 1,000 words to publish something, I am offering you the story of how the poem came to pass. If you are interested in my silly ramblings about the wind and trees and how much I love being outside in the place I live, you are welcome to continue reading. Otherwise, I will not be insulted if you skip to the poem at the end of this work. Summer in my home is enchanting. The winters are cold and exhausting here- and seem to drag longer than their allotted season...

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The Dusk

Weekly Contest #287

     I flinched as Caprio delivered the killing blow, my hands forming tight fists. Inside, I knew the elven guard he was fighting didn't have to die- and worse, he did, too. Yet he still chose to kill her. “ Rivvil-” I muttered the slur to myself, trying to keep in mind how many lives I was saving by traveling with this man, however morally neutral he was.      Still, she was a graceful and disciplined fighter, only doing her job. And I hate to see elves die. They are an intelligent peo...

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$526.41

Weekly Contest #286

     “Don’t forget your paycheck!” Will’s manager called from the back room as Will clocked out of the hardware store he worked at. He went behind the desk and picked up the legal envelope that contained his current life savings. As he stepped onto the sidewalk of late-night Rocky Springs, Wyoming- the small city he resided in- he ripped open the envelope and did a double take of the amount.      $526.41?! he thought, sighing slightly.      Will was 18, fres...

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"When winter comes, where do the forest folk go?"

Weekly Contest #281

     The night air carried a storm and a stranger.      The storm came from the North and brought with it thick, dark clouds that hung low about the trees, the power of them almost tangible in the air. The temperature dropped steadily with the sun, and just as the last light of sunset glittered away, snow began to fall.     The winter came like a dam breaking. By morning, the land was painted white. The snow had slowed to a gentle dusting, but still fell steadily...

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QE1012 and Knightly's Origin Story

Weekly Contest #280

THIRD WINTER MOON - ACMAJ KINGDOM - HIGHMOON     Hello? Hello! Yes!     ♪I stole a magic book! It writes what I say!♪     Hello! This is QE1012, slave of the Dragonborn Kingdom of Acmaj on Jasper Island, Zoso. My bros call me Twelve. Actually, I just have one bro, but if I had more, I’m sure they'd call me that, too.      I stole this magic book from the High Mage for three reasons. Number one: I can’t write worth ____. It’s that dar...

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What Others Have Forgotten

Weekly Contest #280

“What does ‘hardihood’ mean?” Glen’s voice carried softly through the great cave to where Steelio sat on a fur seat, dozing.      Steelio Windfacer hated children. He hated crying and giggling and kid-germs and everything else about them. As a rule, he wouldn’t even talk to someone unless they were old enough to grow a beard. But despite his disdain for younglings, this one was his own. The child, Glen Copperfield-Woods, was not Steelio’s child by blood. He was the son of a young couple of musicians who liv...

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The Granite Cliffs

Weekly Contest #279

My eyes opened, suddenly, pulling me from my sleep in an instant. I looked around my room, wondering what had woken me up, but all was still. The moment I closed my eyes again, a sound came. Click! A pebble hit my window. I sat up, wide awake now, and looked at my alarm clock: 1:00 a.m. . Blinking away the last remnants of sleep, I stood and walked to the window. It’s Probably a serial killer waiting to kill me victorian-style. I mean, who throws pebbles at a window to get someone’s attention this century besides a cereal killer? The thought...

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