Five-minute fiction.
23.35-23.40
The sweet sound of music filled the air. The dulcet tones of dulcimers wafting gently on the breeze as the sea air, fresh and alive stirred the myriad of veils, and curtains that adorned the luxurious room. Men, and women, lounged in varying degrees of largesse, some eating grapes or other fine delicacies, others whispering in hushed tones.
But all eyes watched...
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23.35-23.40
The sweet sound of music filled the air. The dulcet tones of dulcimers wafting gently on the breeze as the sea air, fresh and alive stirred the myriad of veils, and curtains that adorned the luxurious room. Men, and women, lounged in varying degrees of largesse, some eating grapes or other fine delicacies, others whispering in hushed tones.
But all eyes watched...
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Five-minute fiction.
22.55 - 23.00
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By thunder! Rorsh said as the ground gave out beneath him. he scrambled for purchase, tossing his hammer and shield behind him in his frenzy to escape the collapsing ledge. Around him other men, similarly attired, and brandishing similar arms were doing the same. Some, like him, managed to scramble their way forward. Others too slow, or otherwise unaware...
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22.55 - 23.00
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By thunder! Rorsh said as the ground gave out beneath him. he scrambled for purchase, tossing his hammer and shield behind him in his frenzy to escape the collapsing ledge. Around him other men, similarly attired, and brandishing similar arms were doing the same. Some, like him, managed to scramble their way forward. Others too slow, or otherwise unaware...
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Five-minute fiction... and something more.
Well, things are somewhat coming to a head at the moment. The deadline for the Clarion submissions is fast approaching, March first for those of you keeping track at home. Now, while this may seem like a minor occurrence, its a pretty major deal for me, because I would like to attend the 2011 workshop. Thus, Ive planned for the...
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Well, things are somewhat coming to a head at the moment. The deadline for the Clarion submissions is fast approaching, March first for those of you keeping track at home. Now, while this may seem like a minor occurrence, its a pretty major deal for me, because I would like to attend the 2011 workshop. Thus, Ive planned for the...
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Five-minute fiction.
Dolcir scrabbled at the sad, his hands scooping the loose grains aisde in great shovelfuls of grit. Above him, the high sun glared down, soaking into his body the urgency with which he needed water. He had been foolish to attempt to cross the Somma without water, but he had believed he could find a MBuliq caravan trail and follow it across the...
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Dolcir scrabbled at the sad, his hands scooping the loose grains aisde in great shovelfuls of grit. Above him, the high sun glared down, soaking into his body the urgency with which he needed water. He had been foolish to attempt to cross the Somma without water, but he had believed he could find a MBuliq caravan trail and follow it across the...
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Five-minute fiction.
Branson pressed his nose to the glass of the porthole, watching the stars slide by. Earth, a small, seemingly insignificant ball glittered in the distance. The colour betraying the choking fumes that ringed most of the continents. But he was never going back to Earth. To him it was a distant memory. A relic of the past, something best forgotten.
He turned his...
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Branson pressed his nose to the glass of the porthole, watching the stars slide by. Earth, a small, seemingly insignificant ball glittered in the distance. The colour betraying the choking fumes that ringed most of the continents. But he was never going back to Earth. To him it was a distant memory. A relic of the past, something best forgotten.
He turned his...
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The Future....
Jonathan Cresa sat in his darkened office, staring out at the lights of the city. They danced, twinkling like motes of colour on shadowed hall, and he could not help but recall a better time. A time when the world had been safe, and there was less greed in the world.
The ambient level of lighting in his office rose several levels as...
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Jonathan Cresa sat in his darkened office, staring out at the lights of the city. They danced, twinkling like motes of colour on shadowed hall, and he could not help but recall a better time. A time when the world had been safe, and there was less greed in the world.
The ambient level of lighting in his office rose several levels as...
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Bound in Chains of Gold...
Shaffa struggled against the gathering light. His skin burned where it touched him and he recoiled, lashing out with terrible fury against the onslaught. Continents rumbled as he unleashed his anger, pouring it forth against his enemy.
But it made no difference.
Bands of gold and silver wove about his legs trapping him in place. He fought, afraid of what...
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Shaffa struggled against the gathering light. His skin burned where it touched him and he recoiled, lashing out with terrible fury against the onslaught. Continents rumbled as he unleashed his anger, pouring it forth against his enemy.
But it made no difference.
Bands of gold and silver wove about his legs trapping him in place. He fought, afraid of what...
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The World on High - The Book of Rivers.
The billowing snow gave way beneath the strokes of his sword. to others his actions would have seemed fruitless, an unnecessary expenditure of energy, but to Hamal, it meant that the route between him and the rocks was clear. He was moving too quickly to be struck from the side or rear, and any Northman who...
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The billowing snow gave way beneath the strokes of his sword. to others his actions would have seemed fruitless, an unnecessary expenditure of energy, but to Hamal, it meant that the route between him and the rocks was clear. He was moving too quickly to be struck from the side or rear, and any Northman who...
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The World on High - The Book of Rivers.
The woman was supposed to be some favoured concubine of King Rastar of Fogia, and Hamal had abducted her in hopes of being awarded some ransom for her safe return. Rastar had been on the verge of acquiescing to his demands when Frongs warriors had sprung on them. The king had gone to Frong, promising the...
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The woman was supposed to be some favoured concubine of King Rastar of Fogia, and Hamal had abducted her in hopes of being awarded some ransom for her safe return. Rastar had been on the verge of acquiescing to his demands when Frongs warriors had sprung on them. The king had gone to Frong, promising the...
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The World on High - The Book of Rivers.
Behind him, his three companions and their charge, struggled through the snow. They had had become strung out, though Hamal suspected this had not been intentional. They were from all corners of the Savage Lands and were unused to travel, let alone the hardship afforded them on this journey.
That is not to say that the...
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Behind him, his three companions and their charge, struggled through the snow. They had had become strung out, though Hamal suspected this had not been intentional. They were from all corners of the Savage Lands and were unused to travel, let alone the hardship afforded them on this journey.
That is not to say that the...
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The World on High - The Book of Rivers.
Gard Hrothgar Helmgun shielded his eyes from the might of the Sun Chariot and gazed down upon the pinnacle of Gars kingdom. The immense glacier stretched from horizon to horizon, transforming the land into a seemingly smooth sheet of whiteness. Around him, men of the North, huddled closely together swaddled in great fur cloaks against biting...
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Gard Hrothgar Helmgun shielded his eyes from the might of the Sun Chariot and gazed down upon the pinnacle of Gars kingdom. The immense glacier stretched from horizon to horizon, transforming the land into a seemingly smooth sheet of whiteness. Around him, men of the North, huddled closely together swaddled in great fur cloaks against biting...
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The Arrangement.
The three men stood, cloistered in the choking heat and gloom of the library. Around them ancient scrolls, rolls of papyrus and books adorned the myriad of shelves. So much, so that there was barely enough space for a man to walk, and even then he had to place his feet one in front of the other.
Usus, paced irritably, his cloak wafting...
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The three men stood, cloistered in the choking heat and gloom of the library. Around them ancient scrolls, rolls of papyrus and books adorned the myriad of shelves. So much, so that there was barely enough space for a man to walk, and even then he had to place his feet one in front of the other.
Usus, paced irritably, his cloak wafting...
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