Five-minute fiction - 23:25-23:30
The crossbow bolt thudded into the wood panelling just above Darkers head, he flinched, and with good reason the bolt had slipped speared straight through the cowl of his hood, embedding it in the panelling. With glare through the open window to the rooftop beyond where a shadowy figure skulked in the moonlight he unfastened the catch at his throat and...
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The crossbow bolt thudded into the wood panelling just above Darkers head, he flinched, and with good reason the bolt had slipped speared straight through the cowl of his hood, embedding it in the panelling. With glare through the open window to the rooftop beyond where a shadowy figure skulked in the moonlight he unfastened the catch at his throat and...
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Five-minute fiction - 10:04-10:09
The satchel was old leather, worn and marred by travel. Brass fixtures were scuffed and corroded, the leather cracked and water stained. Grim set it on the table, well what was left of the table, and released the catch. It sprang open as if new and he tugged the flap aside. The leather on the inside of the bag was the...
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The satchel was old leather, worn and marred by travel. Brass fixtures were scuffed and corroded, the leather cracked and water stained. Grim set it on the table, well what was left of the table, and released the catch. It sprang open as if new and he tugged the flap aside. The leather on the inside of the bag was the...
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Five-minute fiction - 10:22-10:27
What do you want? Grim slurred as he wrenched the door open. His throat tightened as he looked up, and further up into the smooth, steely face of a Tick-Tock.
The arm which had been raised and bent at the elbow dropped with the clinking of gears and the other, which clutched a satchel rose and extended toward Grim. Who flinched...
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What do you want? Grim slurred as he wrenched the door open. His throat tightened as he looked up, and further up into the smooth, steely face of a Tick-Tock.
The arm which had been raised and bent at the elbow dropped with the clinking of gears and the other, which clutched a satchel rose and extended toward Grim. Who flinched...
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Five-minute fiction - 23:58-00:03
The force of the knocking shook the door sending particles of dust and other unmentionable things into the air. They hung their, wafting gently in the beam of light that lanced through the splayed curtains, as motes of dust are apt to do in such situations. The knocking came again, this time part of the door splintered under the force. Grim...
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The force of the knocking shook the door sending particles of dust and other unmentionable things into the air. They hung their, wafting gently in the beam of light that lanced through the splayed curtains, as motes of dust are apt to do in such situations. The knocking came again, this time part of the door splintered under the force. Grim...
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Five-minute fiction - 00:04-00:09
Tick. Tick. Tick. The brass chronometer in the corner of the room turned over, each tick, marking another second gone. Light streamed in between the curtains, the gap irregular, a job poorly done, revealing the rooms face. Fixtures lay over turned, chairs, tables, and even the bed lay tipped on their sides, upside down, or in the case of the chairs...
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Tick. Tick. Tick. The brass chronometer in the corner of the room turned over, each tick, marking another second gone. Light streamed in between the curtains, the gap irregular, a job poorly done, revealing the rooms face. Fixtures lay over turned, chairs, tables, and even the bed lay tipped on their sides, upside down, or in the case of the chairs...
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Assignment #7 - Turning Tables (1000wrd story).
Grim sat in the lea of the alley watching the immense oak and iron gate of the estate known as Hogs Head. Darker lurked somewhere behind him, deeper in the alleys depth,his feet scuffing quietly as he paced to and fro, waiting. They had been in the alley for nearly an hour now, Grims wind-up chronometer kept accurate...
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Grim sat in the lea of the alley watching the immense oak and iron gate of the estate known as Hogs Head. Darker lurked somewhere behind him, deeper in the alleys depth,his feet scuffing quietly as he paced to and fro, waiting. They had been in the alley for nearly an hour now, Grims wind-up chronometer kept accurate...
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Five-minute fiction - 00:36-00:41
The knife quivered in the table, Grim swallowed and pulled his hand back. He checked each finger, just to be sure, and once satisfied catapulted himself out of the chair and into the face of the man standing across from him. The two collided and the man staggered back while Grim rebounded and dropped to the floor. Cursing he leapt back...
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The knife quivered in the table, Grim swallowed and pulled his hand back. He checked each finger, just to be sure, and once satisfied catapulted himself out of the chair and into the face of the man standing across from him. The two collided and the man staggered back while Grim rebounded and dropped to the floor. Cursing he leapt back...
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Five-minute fiction - 00:10-00:15
Grim paced off the distance, one foot after the other. The roof sloped softly away to his right before dropping off into open air. Darker, some distance away lay prone at the roofs crest his hands shielding his eyes as he watched the procession making its way along the busy street. The air was thick, and sickly sweet as the smell...
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Grim paced off the distance, one foot after the other. The roof sloped softly away to his right before dropping off into open air. Darker, some distance away lay prone at the roofs crest his hands shielding his eyes as he watched the procession making its way along the busy street. The air was thick, and sickly sweet as the smell...
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Five-minute fiction - 23:30-23:35
Rain pelted down, battering the wooden roofs of Cheepside. Men, women, children, dogs, cats, all manner of folks huddled in what cover and warmth they could as the storm raged about them. There was little comfort in Cheepside. Drafts, leaks, broken shudders plagued the homes of the poor, and even those who could afford to shelter themselves could not have imagined...
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Rain pelted down, battering the wooden roofs of Cheepside. Men, women, children, dogs, cats, all manner of folks huddled in what cover and warmth they could as the storm raged about them. There was little comfort in Cheepside. Drafts, leaks, broken shudders plagued the homes of the poor, and even those who could afford to shelter themselves could not have imagined...
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Five-minute fiction - 02:07-02:12
Lightning split the sky the peal of thunder coming quickly after as if they were a signal for the rain to commence. It fell, not in dribs and drabs, slowly building to a crescendo, but in a torrent. Sheets of water, almost as waves from the sky crashed down drenching those foolish souls who dared to brave the streets at the...
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Lightning split the sky the peal of thunder coming quickly after as if they were a signal for the rain to commence. It fell, not in dribs and drabs, slowly building to a crescendo, but in a torrent. Sheets of water, almost as waves from the sky crashed down drenching those foolish souls who dared to brave the streets at the...
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Five-minute fiction - 23:54-23:59
The seething mass of men and animals rolled like a wave, their bodies, intermingled, churned as they readied themselves for the roar of the starting pistol. The streets, cobbled and worn, lay before them stretching out in a vast network of interconnecting streets, alleys, leaways, and bridges. The Citys annual Grand Prix event was something to behold. Hundreds of people entered...
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The seething mass of men and animals rolled like a wave, their bodies, intermingled, churned as they readied themselves for the roar of the starting pistol. The streets, cobbled and worn, lay before them stretching out in a vast network of interconnecting streets, alleys, leaways, and bridges. The Citys annual Grand Prix event was something to behold. Hundreds of people entered...
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Five-minute fiction - 10:39-10:44
Have you ever noticed how much better dressed the guards are up in this section of the City? Grim said poking his out over the edge of the roof to watch the night patrol of guards walk past below.
The attire of the guards is directly affected by the areas that are being guarded. I mean you cant have those kind...
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Have you ever noticed how much better dressed the guards are up in this section of the City? Grim said poking his out over the edge of the roof to watch the night patrol of guards walk past below.
The attire of the guards is directly affected by the areas that are being guarded. I mean you cant have those kind...
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