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Airships: An Almost Night Terror
When she finally came to, she was tied to a chair in a large and grand office. Sitting across from her on a couch was the man she had come to hate. He was reading a horticulture encyclopedia. “Ah, Miss Fiamma. We finally meet.” The man̵...
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falling meteors
27. December. 2044. It begun with one. A single leap, by a muse-like angel, dressed in a white skirt soon stained crimson, colliding into her destiny upon the sidewalk. And then, it spread. We don’t know why it spread. No-one did. Whenever people...
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Jailcake
A buzzer sounded, and a young, innocent-looking girl carrying a basket peered in. The prison guard, hiding his surprise, ushered her through. “Right this way, miss,” he said. “You have five minutes.” “Thank you sir!”...
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Window of Opportunity
The leader arches an eyebrow at Shelley before calling over her shoulder, “Birdie, lend her a knife.” Shelley watches as Snap slips on a bulging satchel and rushes to an open window. She climbs on the window sill and scrambles up, out of vi...
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The Duke's Rebel
My heart pounds at the whisper I heard. Surely it was my imagination. “Honor, I know you can hear me. Now turn around.” The whisper came again. There was only one doll that had the ability to use their voice. Doll 73b. I tried to force my f...
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Bora Bora Bombs
“Hello.” A man said, as he sat down across a table from a woman in a cafe. “What is going on, Nicholas?” The woman replied curtly, her mouth hidden by the cup in her hands. “I was told to call you in. The Chief wants you b...
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Grim Company: Degrees of Responsibility
“It’s all well and good for you two to disappear, but what about the rest of us?” Sahlina’s voice was still angry but it was subdued, almost whiny. Elein waited for Neff to say something but the little wizard appeared content to...
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A Deadline, Two Bullets, & Shelley
“Why are we wasting our time with this girl? We already did a background search on her and she has nothing useful. And we shouldn’t be wasting time on recruiting with the tensions running so high with the Snakes.” Roark fumed, twirlin...
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Ashes to Ashes: On Patrol
Most people hated patrol duty but Lance didn’t. Even after five years, he still enjoyed the gentle bobbing motion of the giant machine around him. He always felt so powerful. It was easy to do when encased in seventy-five tons of machine guns, fl...
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Sisters of the Page: Training is Over
“You don’t have to do this, you know?” Deija hissed still gripping onto the sheathed weapon as Sybil stared at her, her palm outstretched demanding the sword. “If I don’t, then who will Deija? When will the bloodshed end? ...
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Morning Jog
I don’t know if I’ve ever had a “runner’s high.” Apparently, running is supposed to make your brain produce endorphins and you turn into a euphoric ball of energy. Maybe it’s overdramaticized, or maybe I’m miss...
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On Patrol: A Compromise
A knock at the floor of the crowsnest preceeded the form of my watch partner, Bertram, crawling up through the hatch. He was late and reeked of rum. Normally, Firus ran a taught ship and I knew I should send Bertram away but there was a sense of camrad...
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Sisters of the Page: Delivering the Message
Sybil entered the room, eyes downcast, as was proper for a guild messenger. That did not stop her from taking in the opulance around her. Last night she had worked in the dark and seen none of the beauty. Vases holding exotic plants alternated along th...
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Status of Newbs and the Revived
Treefrog1996 screams at her computer screen, the depression of losing her pet mouse named Noodles in death now replaced by rage at technology. “Why won’t Google let me sign into my brand new ficly account?! I need to write more now that I h...
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Ignore at Your Own Risk
Faeries danced in a meadow touced by dawn. Above them an elf hopped from branch to branch as deft as any squirrel. Music notes played by an unseen harpist- Dr. Woodwright awoke to the harp music he had programmed the ‘night’ before. Around ...
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_____ Makes Strong Men Weak
Mario grit his teeth. Angelina was sitting a little too close to Martin for comfort. The two sat facing each other as if the party around them didn’t exist, as if he didn’t exist. Martin leaned closer and said something that caused Angelina...
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Dawn of the Iconoclast: Inquisitor (10)
Traian could not believe his eyes, nor his betraying hands, so recently fouled with the blood of his boyhood friend, as they gripped the hem of Sq’Aborm the Guardian’s robe, brought it to his lips, kissed it. Tradition is blood, and then a ...
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Message In A Vacuum Bottle
“So it’s all completely consistent, then?” the visiting researcher asked. She and the tour guide stood at a bank of monitors arrayed on folding tables. One end of the room was given over to a forest of duct-work and wires that fed int...
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These Long Nights: A Keen Mind
Max’s heart beat faster. The doctor had read him like a book. How could his guesses be that accurate? Who could have told him? “What makes you believe that?” Max asked carefully. “Come now.” The doctor smirked. “Your...
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Port Of Morrow
How lovely a find: sky of blue and sea of green, a seascape. I’m a listing boat, for the thing carries every hope. We got sea legs and we’re off tonight… When afternoon came it was freezin’ rain in the face of a hurricane west w...
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OMNOMNOMNOMNOM
Hello I am hungry Can I eat you? (OMNOMNOMNOMNOM) Oh dear, that came out wrong. But you just look so delicious and you have no idea How much I’d like to bite into you Right now. (OMNOMNOMNOMNOM) When something is truly delicious Nobody can resist...
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These Long Nights: Preparing the Parlor
Moira gave a long suffering sigh but let Max step inside. “I should be turning ye away until the morn.” “You’ll be glad that you didn’t. I assure you that my business is of the utmost importance and cannot wait.” Max...
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These Long Nights: Disturbing the Disturbed
A scant three stairs separated the front door from the ground. Next to the white double doors an iron plaque read Westchester Asylum, Saltaire followed by an inscrption: True silence is the rest of the mind, and is to the spirit what sleep is to the bo...
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These Long Nights: The Edge of Civilization
As tempting as it was to take a pull from his flask, Max wanted to face the asylum with his wits about him. The coach rolled on into the night, moving over the train tracks of the Shore Line and into the farms that populated the outskirts of Saltaire. ...
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Dawn of the Iconoclast: Coming Storm (7)
Lightning flashed, too far away to hear the resulting thunder. For now, it was simply a warning of the storm to come. Maridel slipped through the city. Her dark cloak melted into the shadows. She stopped to lean against a black marble pillar. Here she ...
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Universally Respected, According to Custom- Part 2
Astrid bit back screams as she tore through the palace’s hallways looking for a familiar door. Finally, she found it and dove inside, locking the double doors behind her. The smallest bathroom in the palace. But that was because it was near the b...
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Finding Fisher pt. 1
Mal dragged her hand in the water as Sebastian paddled the canoe away from the dock. “Hard to believe it was 2 years ago” Mal chirped. Seb nodded. “Do you ever wish you could go back?” Mal turned to face Seb. “No.” &...
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These Long Nights: Spurious References
Under the piggish eyes of the massive Frederick Duke, Max continued his investigation. The detective frowned as he peeled off the corpse’s long sleeved shirt, revealing soiled and baggy underclothes prominently stamped with a monogram. “Of ...
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These Long Nights: Digging In
Judging from the sturdy clothes, the victim had been a dockworker too, but none of the men with Max recognized him. Although, in Max’s opinion, they didn’t look very closely. He couldn’t blame them. The face wound was ghastly. As the ...
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Tales from the Sidewalk: Lost and Alone
Shelly was terrified. Nothing looked familiar. She had no idea where she was or where her mom had went. All she could do was keep walking forward, tightly clutcing the bone charm her gandmother had made for her. She felt tears coming and shook her head...
