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Submitted to Contest #222
The first day I walked into the Shop for my apprenticeship, I was nervous. Not a normal nervous. A nervous that made your stomach roll and your head spin. I was beginning a journey that I was sure would change my perspective of my entire life. And it did, in a manner of speaking. As the bell on the door finished ringing and the door smacked against its casing, I felt myself liquify. Sitting behind a counter, looking at all kinds of badass I felt I would never be able to pull off, was my new mentor. She had given me the task of writin...
Submitted to Contest #221
Jameson wasn’t the best necromancer out there by any stretch of the imagination. Her Nan had told her so many times that he should leave that to her brother. ‘Necromancy was a man’s art,’ she’d say. ‘Women create and deal with giving life. Healing, for example. Not death and certainly not bringing the dead back.’ Thinking back, maybe Nan had been trying to look out for her, attempting to get her to let it go so she would lead a normal life. She certainly would’ve benefited from a little bit of normalcy from time to time in the past thirteen ...
It was an unreasonably hot summer day. Much too hot to make a cake and yet here she was, baking a triple chocolate cake with chocolate cream cheese frosting and pomegranate drizzle. Why Glaudia was pouring sweat in her tiny, cramped kitchen covered in various sticky, sweet substances, was relatively simple. She was going to summon a demon. A demon to do her dirty work. Mostly that included doing her laundry and feeding her cat while she was at work. Just a simple lesser demon that would be satisfied with a handmade cake in return for a week'...
“Thank you for calling Afterline, the second best call center for connecting the living and the not. My name is Timothy, how can I help you today?” The overly cheery voice coming from the small man was a far cry from the deadpan facial expression he wore. Surrounding him were dozens of other voices droning on in similar fashions. Many of the voices were ones he did recognize. Timothy had been working here since his passing almost three hundred years ago and hadn’t moved up from his entry position like a bunch of the others he’d come with, mu...
Submitted to Contest #188
"So what's the catch?" Those had been the words I'd asked Merrick when he'd dangled the key to immortality in front of my face. Not just immortality but power. I hadn't known such a simple thing could have such damning consequences. Though I supposed back then, I was naive and hungry. Willing to listen to anything if the price fits me. Was the price worth it? It was so dull. It was like the whole world was wrung of life the second the cold metal that now hung heavily around my neck, was first locked in place. Ever since that day, I’d bec...
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