Everwinter Ch42 & Epilogue: Cycle of Life

A flurry of sensation and emotion trickled through his mind, but in the end, the answer seemed obvious, "yes." a toothy grin grew on the coyote's muzzle, "why?" raymond blinked, "i... he..."

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Why

Complete destruction is impossible in the largest part of the end. a sigh crosses the heavens as not one, but two thousand clouds cry onto the earth, their mothers yet able to comfort them.

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Rocky Mountain Times (Chapter 8)

Jen sat on the railing, watching the mountains come to life as the sun climbed into the sky above Ridge. It had been little under four weeks since she had stood on top of Baldy...

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The Academy - Remembrance

Wednesday brought clear skies and the warm dry air that came at the end of summer. it felt good to be outside, the first time in over a week.

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Survivor

In this world, there are events unfolding that will change many people. But the reality of this world is not all grim. For within a small shelter, the love of the world can be seen. A love, few know or learn of but one that we all should take heed of....

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Do You Want To Find Out How I Got My Nickname: "Orion the Protector?"

The sea is as unforgiving as she is bountiful. A storm, thousands of miles away in the southeast pacific or southern Baja, Mexico, could send waves of unforeseen magnitude and speed that reach American shores one or two days within predictions. Unlike...

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I Just Want to Play a Video Game

Here we are. My first foray into the fandom. Brought to you by the Telegram group Writing Corner, which provides a weekly prompt challenge of a 1000 word cap. The invitation is...

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The Fairy's Tale (Heat 15 preview)

Humans never tell the story right. To hear them, you would think that the heroes of history were actually fools, and the fools were actually heroes. You would think that simple maidens possessed better magical knowledge than the most learned witch....

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The White World (Guild anthology preview)

"You're going to die if you keep this up, Estela." The lynx ignored the voice and hunkered down against the snow bank. She had a pair of binoculars pressed tight to her face, which had the benefit of keeping the freezing wind out of her eyes. Even...

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The Bark-tenders

They came out only at night. As the first stars came out to prick holes in Mother Night's cloak and let her watch the slumbering world below, the bark-tenders stirred, staggered to their feet, and began their journey. Out they stepped from their tents...

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The Sound of Neon

To hear humans talk about it, there's nothing like the colors of neon. Red, purple, orange, yellow, green, blue--every damn color of the rainbow in a tube blazing out a light that can be seen on the darkest, rainiest, foggiest nights the city can...

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The Poet Monk

"The umber gush of flame, the silent roar of its passing. I feel no heat. I hear no sound. But I know that death is here, beckoning me closer." "Shut up! Shut up! Shutupshutupshutup, you fucker! I am trying to save your fucking life here." Viola...

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