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She likes to read. Sprawled across the couch. Hanging off her bed. Feet up against the wall. Perched atop a tree. Her father brings books to her. She makes her home in them.

She reads at night. Way past her bedtime. Her mother wakes up at least thrice. Just to tell her to go to sleep. She pretends. She pretends her...

375 words by S Agrawal

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Published 9 years ago

James looks down. His clothes are quickly becoming soaked with the warm, dark fluid bubbling from a region of intense pain in his abdomen. His strength seems to be leaving him at the same rate as that precious resource.

James looks up. A man still stands before him, a twisted mixture of fear and desperation on his face...

133 words by R Tarran

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Published 9 years ago

The Unknown Missives X

No one could exactly say when it first appeared. Situated as it was in a small, out of the way scrap of land in one of the quieter areas of the sprawling city, the graveyard was infrequently visited. Most that rested there had long since been forgotten, headstones fading like the memory of those...

575 words by J Stevens

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My obsession with dragons pushed me to become a pilot at the age of 13. The skies have been my home ever since, never the same when looked at twice, always beautiful and dangerous. And free. Beyond my desire to see that great beast of myth and legend, being up in the open sky affords me a clarity of mind, of being that...

406 words by O Ramos

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Published 10 years ago

Monster

As police cordoned off the crime scene, a tiny feather floated in the bath above Jenny’s corpse. Still clutched in her warm hand, was Katie’s locket. Two months earlier, the ‘trophy’ had been torn from her murdered daughter’s neck.

By the Thames, a slathering dog was ripping open a blood splattered bin...

192 words by A Morgan

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Published 10 years ago

Gnosiomandus: Dead Letters (1)

Gnosiomandus sipped his tea. It was cold. Again. He'd been reading through a packet of old letters salvaged from the collapsed chimney of a former diplomat's manor in the Burned Over District.

He set the chipped cup down on the little table at his side. There was barely any room for...

1101 words by j garrison

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Published 10 years ago

Riff sharpened his claws on the rocks. He growled, louder, harder. He peered out of the cave, kept an eye on the incoming waves. For years he'd strutted up and down the cove every day, sending bursts of fire and smoke up the cliff face and searing the chalk to black.
The islanders frightened him. They said he was...

398 words by S Golden

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Published 10 years ago

Oh boy am I in trouble now. He told me to be so careful and I was. I dressed in everyday clothing – you know so that I’d fit in more. It felt weird but I did it because he said this was my chance to prove myself. I wore some flesh toned make-up to give myself a bit more colour so that I wouldn’t stand out in the crowd and...

888 words by A Watt

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“For Christmas Dad I want a dragon.” said Suzie one night as she sat on his lap.

“Not a toy one, a real one that flies and breathes fire, and if I don't get one, next year I'll be bad.”

“Oh” said Dad.

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“I'm not sure that Santa has any dragons, they'd eat up his reindeer and stomp on his elves.”

“What...

325 words by A Blackshaw

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Published 10 years ago

It was a small ball of light, and that is a thing we knew. When we saw it, it was the smallest bundle of what we assumed was intense energy, and we were afraid to touch it. Not reaching out and stroking it as it fell is one of the fiercest regrets of my life. I find myself, even in my advanced age, wishing I had grasped at...

509 words by T Coles

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Published 10 years ago

The Unknown Missives VII

In my tribe I am called Cuts Quickest. I have earnt this title. From a young age I have proved my worth with the Shakri, forming their whirling metal blades into vicious weapons. I have slain many enemies of my people. I have ended their lives without fear, even as they showed fear themselves. I...

911 words by J Stevens

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Published 10 years ago

“Fsschictsizzl.”
Arrendal bent over his spellbook, his ear so close to the page he could feel the fine hairs rub against the gold letters he’d laid down so many years ago — before disease had left him blind. He strained to hear it again, afraid it may have been his imagination breaking free of his weary mind.
The...

1217 words by M McClelland

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Published 10 years ago

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