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Submitted to Contest #331
The sea was a beast that night, vast and merciless. Waves rose like mountains, crashing against the longship Stormfang with a fury that threatened to grind it into splinters. The men bent to their oars, muscles straining, faces ghost‑pale in the lightning’s glare. “Thor’s beard, the sea itself wants us dead!” Harek bellowed, voice swallowed by the storm. His knuckles whitened, eyes wide with terror. “Row!” Jorund roared from the prow, hair whipping like a banner of defiance. “The gods test us! Better to drown than crawl!” Thunder split the s...
In my dream, I heard a knock at the door. As I stirred awake, I realized the sound wasn’t coming from the door at all, but from my bedroom window—on the second floor. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I got out of bed and shuffled over. Pebbles were bouncing against the glass. Opening the window, a blast of arctic air cut through me, making me shiver severely. You would think I would be surprised that someone was throwing rocks at my window at this hour, on such a chilly night. But I was not. I already knew who it was. “Erik, do you have any i...
Submitted to Contest #330
The smoke curled thick above the rafters of the Longhouse, mingling with the scent of roasted meats and mead. The fire pit blazed at the center, its light flickering across carved beams that seemed to twist in the shadows. Tonight, the hall was alive with voices, voices that carried both awe and dread, for they spoke of my father.I sat among the Norse gathered, though my heart was heavy and my tongue silent. My father had not fallen to Saxon steel, nor to a storm or sickness. He had been claimed by something far older, far darker. A draugr. ...
Submitted to Contest #329
Based on a true story. Terri jolted upright, her breath shallow, heart racing. The room was silent, but the echo of her brother’s voice still rang in her ears; raw, desperate, calling her name like a warning from the grave.She blinked into the dim light of her bedroom. The shadows clung to the corners like secrets, and the air felt heavier than usual. She was hot and drenched in sweat. Her pajamas clinging to her like cellophane due to the perspiration.Terri’s brother, Steven, was home sleeping, cooped up in his apartment because of the COVI...
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