Tag: fantasy
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Rewind
“What were you thinking?! No, you weren’t! As usual! How could you do this? Because I’m having a hard time understanding just how you thought last night was a good idea.” “Oh, calm down!” Ginger sighed heavily. The half cybernetic ork woman shoved a thick finger into the red-head’s face. “You LOOK at me when…
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Clear Skies
“Mi-ister Ward, you’re needed at the South stairwell.” Zaron winced as his earpiece crackled. Feeling a tap on his right shoulder, he traded places with another bouncer guarding the crowded, holograph illuminated entrance to the night club. “Talk to me, Charge.” Earsplitting music pulsed and moved the hundreds of mutated and cyber-enhanced party-goers like a…
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From This Moment
The tide had withdrawn from the cliffs. Lying on the floor of her cell, Risala distractedly played her fingers over the ridges of her pelvic fins as she watched the reflection of the sun off the water filter past the iron bars to dance over the worn stone ceiling. Soft, shallow waves trickled in and…
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To An End
“That is a terrible plan.” “Will you hear me out?” Merric’s fins fanned out in his anger as he glared at her. “You know, you’re right. It’s not a terrible plan. It’s idiotic! Are you insane?!” Risala pressed her back to the thick cave wall of volcanic stone where they hid to avoid sinking remnants of…
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Isle of Man
There was something exhilarating about racing down an empty seaside road as the warm sun crept up into the sky. Dawn summoned a low mist with it that hovered over the sea grass and heather, creating an alien landscape that lazily spilled across the roads and down the cliff sides into the sea. The days…
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One of Them Was Rayna
“Hey… Hey, Phyllis? Phyllis, wake up.” Phyllis groaned into her pillow and rolled over to glare up at her brother. “Morgan? Shit, what — Mor, it’s two in the morning.” “No, Phyllis,” he whispered urgently, tugging at the comforter. “You need to get up.” Something in the man’s voice snapped Phyllis fully awake. “What’s wrong?”…
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Plans: Part 2
Havald grit his teeth as he struggled with unfastening the knots of the ropes binding the last of the wagon drivers. “Your friend has had a few too many moon sugars,” murmured a freed Khajiit as he watched the commotion at the entrance to the small, concealed camp. Though hidden from sight, the rise of…
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Plans: Part 1
“You’re still sitting there?” Havald panted as he jogged down the dune. Not moving from the spot atop the warm stone where she meditated, Risala drew a deep breath through her nose. The air was dry, and hot. It smelled of sand, and sun, and the distant bite of salt, and a sand serpent’s nest…
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Forgotten
A frightened gasp echoed in the shipping container. Drenched in a cold sweat Jenny shot upright, and clawed at the course blankets tangled around her limbs. Then her stomach heaved. Desperate, she rolled off of her cot and grabbed blindly for the metal bucket before pulling it close, doubling over and retching. She waited for…
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Miss Gypsum
KA-thunk KA-thunk KA-thunk “By KEMOS, will you cease bouncing that ball against my wall?” demanded Morovichi, darkening the doorway of his bedroom to glare at the Granok flopped pathetically on the couch. Jet Hellmatite froze for several seconds, then his hand holding the bouncy ball the size of an Aurin’s head slowly drew back. Morovichi’s…
Worlds of Risala 