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Submitted to Contest #163
The smell of blood and waste hung in the air like a wet blanket, smothering everything with its weight. Nelina Maefield wrinkled her nose, breathing through her mouth to keep from throwing up.Dead soldiers littered the corridor, their bodies lying there like broken marionette puppets. Nelina had started this tour with her blue silk skirt lifted high above the carnage, but now a dark stain was creeping its way up to the point where it no longer seemed to matter.The young servant acting as her guide walked stiffly, his face a pale shade of gre...
Submitted to Contest #162
For as long as I can remember, I have believed in Faeries.It all started with my mother. I don’t remember much about her, but I do remember she smelled like wildflowers and campfire smoke. I remember a halo of black hair around her head and the sound of songs I couldn’t understand. I remember screams and crying and the sound of glass breaking. I remember waking up to find her gone and my father taking down all our family pictures.I was never allowed to play in the forest behind our home after that. When I cried and pleaded, he finally told m...
Shortlisted for Contest #160 ⭐️
Wind whipped over the dunes, blowing sand into every nook and cranny it could find. Kiera gazed over the barren landscape and sighed. She glanced behind at the haul which would keep her alive through the harshest part of the winter, attached to the Muta Beast she rode. It was precious cargo for scavengers like herself. The Beast between her legs snorted and shook its massive head; he had used up his fat reserves over the winter months and was eager to reach the feeding grounds. Kiera tapped his sides lig...
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