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Weekly Contest #209
S: May I take this seat, friend?B: Yes. Yes. Of course. I’ll just move my ba—As I live and breathe.S: Well don’t stop on my account.B: Preston Strong in the flesh.S: Never leave the house without it.B: You’re Prestige, the Honorable Strongman.S: That’s me… [pause] about that seat.B: Yes, apologies. Here.S: Thank you.B: What brings you to my–this passenger car?S: It’s a tad embarrassing, but I suppose you seem trustworthy enough.B: Careful, I’m with the press.S: Well, friends close. Enemies closer.B: Ha, too true.S: Truth is, w...
Weekly Contest #152
Ivory smoke plumed and billowed through the room. An elaborate revolution of Ebania’s arms effortlessly masked the movement of her left foot as she pressed a secret switch. The crimson flame turned a deep violet with the addition of salts through a hidden mechanism beneath a floorboard. The effect was impressive and convincing. As if summoned fiery spirits recoiled fearfully from her oversized robes. The man and his frail grandparents, customers eagerly awaiting a crucial answer, shrank away. Surely, they considered a full retreat. Most do. ...
Weekly Contest #92
“The eyes! Why do they glow?” Tia forced herself to exhale. She pressed her damp palms against each leg and made her first mental note. The dark room before her didn’t glow with luminescent red spikes; It wasn’t an Ustron. That was good. Very good. Less chance she’d be eaten before her father downstairs could hear her scream. But there were many other dangerous spirits that could belong to that voice. “It sees us!” Another voice rang from the shadows like rusted windchimes clattering to the floor. “It has made us known." Two spirits, livi...
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