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Dirt and Dregs. Honorable Mention in Legends Rewritten Challenge.
"What the hell are you doing back here, man?" Dirt and glass crunched as the speaker, a slim fellow dressed in a clean, gray three-piece, slowly approached a pile of garbage at the end of the alley. The well-dressed man clicked on a flashlight and swept it across the dismal scene, as a huge, dark dog followed quietly behind.
By Gabriel Huizenga12 months ago in Fiction
Trapped by Trust
"Look, mam, We've got you! Relax, Cool down... Here, clean your wound!" The policeman quickly pulled her behind the dumpster, both of them hiding and trying to remain unseen from the enemy, hearts racing as they crouched low in the shadows for safety.
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Fiction
The Most Interesting Person in the Room
Victor was a small, round man with hair the colour of a golden retriever. He owned and managed a tavern in Shrewsbury, England and lived in one of the suites. His suite was dusty and mostly dark, and there were piles up to the ceiling with the various trinkets he had stockpiled over the years. Some would say he was somewhat of a hoarder, but Victor liked to think of himself more of a collector, or a man that valued sentiment. If it had a memory attached to it, he was going to keep it. Besides, it’s not like he ever spent much time in his suite anyway. He went there overnight to sleep and bathe but his days and evenings were spent mostly down in the tavern’s pub area where he served drinks to his needy customers.
By Gillian Corsiattoabout a year ago in Fiction
Spell to Summon a Lost Love
Setting up the ritual, she holds fear at bay with her bare hands; focused on their movements, she marks the circle. Placing the rose quartz—big as her restless heart, ragged pink-veined facets thirsty for the light of a fattening barley moon—on the centre sigil. Calling her power to set the fires pirouetting in their bowls of sacred oil at the cardinal points, she draws in her breath and almost brings the fear with it—will he be there, as he promised—until she curls her toes into the moss-bound grass and feels the hum of the words as she passes the incantation over her tongue and between her lips. Words she's waited half a lifetime to speak. Words that can finally call his world back to hers.
By Lauren Everdellabout a year ago in Fiction
