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Flatball Mage

Circle magic?  No.

Platemancy?  Hell no.

Ugilsaar groaned and pulled at his ears in irritation.  This new magic of his needed a name!  He paused as he heard something, and his mouth dropped slightly open as he closed his eyes to listen.  His face slowly followed the sound until it was right outside his study door.  His brows furrowed.

Someone or something uninvited was outside his door!  Rapidly, he shoved his notes into a chest and sat on it, just in time for the door’s handle to turn.  He paused as he saw several missed notes fall to the floor about him, and one sheet of paper fell onto his head. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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Writing Challenge: Character Alignment Horny Evil

Bored.

Zadakh was bored.

That was his only excuse, and he owned up shamelessly to Ciana, who was sent to stop him.  She was armed from the toes all the way up to her deceptively delicate ears, and her keen eyes watched as he leaned to one side and rested his elbow on the arm rest of his grand throne.  He sighed, and the air seemed to come from every corner of his chest, like one who knew only the most profound loneliness. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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A Late Spring

The year’s delicate blooms still slept under deep snow as Vivian trudged through.  Her formerly-pristine white and gold robes were stained with the wear and tear of winter travel with her companions, and her hair was cropped short and uneven– the legacy of a fight against a hair-pulling troll who fought dirty.  Just behind her, two others followed along– a fighter whose usefulness outside of combat was limited named Frederich vonSnau, and a filthy hunchback who couldn’t hold his meals in his mouth, let alone a conversation.  His name was Pog.

Vivian refused to look back at them.  Their recent bouts of idiocy left her no choice but to return to town for fresh supplies, and hopefully a drink or ten to cry into.  This mission from the Father was more babysitting than a holy crusade! Read the rest of this entry »

 

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Hero Report

Hurricane slowly removed Vanessa Varian’s blindfold and smiled at her with uncertainty in his eyes. “Tell me, what have you learned so far about the murders?”

Vanessa squinted and looked around. “Hurricane?  What are we doing here?” She slowly moved her hands, surprised at the lack of bindings. “Was I kidnapped?” Her brow furrowed with confusion, and she looked up at the windy superhero.

“I brought you here for safety, but that’s beside the point.  What do you know so far about the murders in city hall?” His tone was slightly panicked as he stepped away from her to allow her to rise from the too-small wooden chair that looked stolen from an elementary or middle school. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on April 29, 2013 in Modern Fiction

 

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In the Shadow of the Colosseum (Part III)

Continued from In the Shadow of the Colosseum (Part II).

We managed to arrive in one piece.  Ctephen’s relief seemed silly to me.  There was no hardship along the way, save that it took so long to arrive.  Instead of going to an inn, he went straight to the recruitment office, where he was turned down immediately.  They did, however, offer to recruit me.  I laughed at them.

“You don’t understand.  I was told to come by a Father, to atone for a sin in IL’s house.  He sent me north to join with a grand host.” He looked so confused. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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Torment from Dreams

The day was still and cold.

No.

The night was cold, and its silence was pregnant with tension.

Better, but no.  That wouldn’t do, either.

Write.  Strike out.  Re-write.  The cycle continued many times as Damon tried to write a story for his bored teacher to read.  He was wasting paper.  Each false start cost money he could only barely afford. Read the rest of this entry »

 

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Dragon Fire

Dragons roared, and the skies were filled with fire.  Below, thousands screamed as the fire stole from them, and dancers with foreign writing on their arms and legs put out the fires slowly, but they were few in number, and could not work quickly.  The one that tried was burnt alive.

People and animals fled wildly before the dragons.  The dragons landed and continued to set fire to the land and its people.  Some people, they instead ate in great gulps.

A girl with writing on her arms suddenly rushed forward to try to stop a dragon from swallowing a family. Read the rest of this entry »

 

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