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Submitted to Contest #50
James sat on a low wooden stool, trying to look confident. If he looked nervous, William - or worse yet, Father - would think less of him. Mother, before she died, told him that that the best thing for nerves was a smile. Smiling could trick the heart into believing what the head would not. Father’s suggestion was to guzzle the largest flagon of mead one could find. None of these tricks seemed to be working now though. The smile felt forced and the mead sat heavy in his gut. His leather gherkin felt too tight. His gloves felt too loose and h...
Submitted to Contest #49
Jake sat on an uncomfortable wooden bench in the waiting area outside the Haverford Prep Headmasters office, on the fifth floor of the administrative building. He stared out two large west facing windows, long overdue for a cleaning, watching the late afternoon sun lose its daily battle with the moon. Despite the warmth of the late autumn day, he felt cold and the grime on the windows ensured only a greasy, weak light cut through into the room from outside. Providing neither warmth nor comfort this dim light was immediately absorbed into the...
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