Tag: Short Story
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A Special Treat For a Birthday
Nyles, Cova-Wrehn. Within Fort Ardok. It was the eve of Orianne’s fiftieth birthday, and her grandson Cyril wanted to make it something special. It wasn’t every day that people made it to fifty! Grandfather Laurent only made it to forty-seven before he passed, the Lord bless him and protect his spirit. Caught the plague that…
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Daughters and Sons
Location: Taerik, Garizal. Merchant district. Ferizan held his son’s hand tightly as they wove through the crowds of the merchant district. The food vendors were the worst. He knew young Woiren was hungry, eying the breads and stews offered with fervor. Unfortunately, his wife hadn’t given him enough coin to buy anything besides what she’d…
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The Dragon Thief (A Fencorian Legend)
When the world was still young, millennia ago, there were no daiyer wolves and there were no Fay. Only two creatures had Morlaithe, sun eternal, blessed with the gift of intelligence: humans, still hunting and surviving in small clans throughout the world; and dragons. The dragons were not the dumb, fire-breathing beasts we see today,…
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The Siren to Oblivion
Death stands at a dark crossroad, fingers drumming against his leg as he waits. Through the foggy silhouettes of his surroundings, he can see, vaguely, a white pinprick of light in the distance. But that’s all he sees. It wasn’t that long ago when he’d been able to look around, even in remote locations like…
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10 Minutes
“Warning: System Failure. Estimated oxygen remaining: ten minutes.” What? “No, no, no!” I jump out of the cockpit and run from window to window. There’s nothing, literally nothing. They have to be here. I need them to be here! It was just supposed to be a quick hop from one ship to the other, so…
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Foundations
Alzadt, Nubik. The Daerzan Residence, off Cubitt Street. Elya sat in front of her looking glass and plaited her hair off to the side. Her finest blue dress sat on her shoulders like the sky itself had decided to wrap itself around her. In front of her sat a small tray of make-up, ready for…
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Alice v. Wonderland
A copy of court transcripts. Defendant: Alice of London; represented by: the White Rabbit. Plaintiff: Wonderland. Prosecutor: Ace of Hearts. Judge: King of Hearts. PROSECUTOR: People v. Alice of London, on trial for uselessness and resource waste. JUDGE: How do you respond? WHITE RABBIT: Not guilty, your honor, your Kingship. We would like to add,…
Katie Bachelder 