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Weekly Contest #380
'Tell us your name' King Barnabus commands. 'I am Sir William Townsbane' I clear my throat 'knight of the blue order, slayer of the Nighthaunters, conqueror of Fungustown, son of --' 'Your name is sufficient. Kneel please.' A man in a black hood puts pressure on my shoulder as I drop down to my knees. I hear a familiar hiss as the king unsheathes his sword. He advances towards me. How did I get here? I was moments from glory... After a week-long siege, we have broken through into the courtyard. Chaos reigns as we mop up the defenders. Famil...
Weekly Contest #379
Left in the Wake Scandinavia, c.850 CE The bull elk bugled and lowered his head, the sinews on his neck rippling. A tree of velvet swords pointed directly toward me. A spike of energy coursed through me, burning through the cloud of numbness which was my everyday life. His hide was already pierced by two arrows, but if they were anything more than a mild annoyance, he didn't show it. I released another arrow, and it clattered uselessly off his antlers. He charged, the ground shaking as his momentum built. I threw my bow aside and picked up...
Weekly Contest #84
‘It’s nothing’ Dr Lachlan declared, after examining me. ‘Just a cold. One of the staff must have brought the germs in.’ Her nose crinkled. She looked around the sanitary, white interior of my bunker, evidently irritated that the outside world had managed to penetrate the place. ‘You’re getting fat, though. Ted’s been giving you sweets again, hasn’t he?’ I said nothing, and avoided her gaze. She sniffed and looked around the room. There wasn’t much to see: a desk with a couple of exercise books and pens, a neatly ordered bookshelf, an armcha...
Weekly Contest #82
It was ten o’clock, and the morning mists were reluctant to release their hold on the Scottish borders. Gradually, the breeze was revealing a landscape of conifers, some bare, some clinging to their green needles. A road cut through the dense plantation, linking a small, sleepy village to the solid, square outline of a castle. The building’s element-battered exterior revealed that it had been rebuilt and remodelled countless times, its façade subject to both the necessities of war and the fickleness of fashion. In the gloom, one sign of occu...
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