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Weekly Contest #104
"Are you coming tonight?" That question was a bomb waiting to be defused. One snip of the wrong wire and death and devastation followed. The mission required two freshman volunteers. Whitney didn't hesitate to go on her first mission outside of the Academy. On the bus ride back from training, she kept poking Piper in the ribs waiting for her to announce she'd be alongside her as she was since first grade. This time Piper didn't know if she should. There was the sinking feeling she had in her chest to think about. Whitney would say it w...
Weekly Contest #84
“Stay at home notice.” Danzielle Adoel glanced at the announcer delivering the inter-dimensional news. She continued chopping vegetables to toss in a chicken salad. Terrain citizens were being told to stay in their houses because of a virus. She wondered if like their world same people would gain powers. She hoped for them they all got powers having a wall separate people from their loved ones sucked. Her older siblings like to talk about the before time or as she liked to call it BB (before Blood Bloods). Most of her family gained powers. S...
Weekly Contest #83
Water clung to her black clothing. It didn’t matter she had done it! She evaded the Sweep. Assassins for hire. Born into the clan and she left to have a normal life. Isda Collins sank into the sand on the beach of some small coastal town. Richfield, California. Never heard of it. Not that it mattered anything had to be better than living out of suitcases, tracking targets, and ending lives. The last target pushed her to leave sooner than she wanted. Nightmares of the small shaken child sobbing as she climbed out of the cabinets hunted her. F...
Weekly Contest #81
See a penny pick it up all day long you’ll have good luck. Desiree Malone wasn’t superstitious yet, she needed something good in her life. She glanced at Mr & Mrs Franco they were good people and her job as their home care nurse was a godsend. She amended her thoughts she needed something better, luckier. An apartment she could afford that didn’t take two hours to get to in horrible rush hour traffic. One that was in a neighbourhood that didn’t have her clenching the mace that hung on her key chain. The wind picked up, som...
She swept her leg under his, slamming him to the ground, raising her sword. There was no doubt she’d inflict pain with her blade. Her sword, Dragon Breath, was created from silver and forged with the fire of the eldest dragonic clan, Erelil. She nicked his medallion-yellow right horn. As his eyes flitted to sangria, she warded off any fire that’d come her way. Blood flowed and betrayal set in his eyes. Her clan, Diokus, Fire & Demon fighters wanted her to cut off his scaled tail that matched his eyes. They demanded she sent him up in a c...
Weekly Contest #65
“Stop fidgeting or you’ll mess up your Calavera.” Evita tried to remain still and let her cousin Blanca finish painting her face in a sugar skull. Tonight was Día de Los Muertos, the day of the dead. In a few hours, Evita would find out if she got appointed as the heir to the Perez’s ancestral magic. As much as she wanted to be a part of Wiccan Warrior of Protectors she yearned to see her mother more. This last year without her had been the toughest year Evita had ever faced. She doubted she’d even get the magic her intention became om...
Blood dripped down Allister Calbury's hands from the gaping hole at his side. He almost escaped without incident until a hunter broke off a wooden chair leg and stabbed him. The hunter underestimated how much he wanted his freedom. They assumed it'd be easier to recapture in his weakened state. He ran, stole a car, and ran again, stealing his last car leaving Nee York in his review mirrors. After he ditched his car in case the hunters followed him, his body lagged. Allister weaved around in the shadows, hoping he landed in Sunrise Valley. Hi...
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