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Were-drake

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Were-drake

In the end, after seven full moons, a dozen houses burned, and the bones of two-score villagers and seven unlucky knights had been strewn for leagues around, the farming clans took matters into their own hands. Heirloom silver from every house went into the smelter. Even the sullen, miserly old usurer was held down and fed whiskey until his silver molars could be pulled. They paid an itinerant bladesmith with as much coin, plum-wine and pelts as she could load on her wagon. They loaded the result of her craft into a huge, old siege crossbow left over from dozens of brushfire wars as this land changed hands from one king or another. And they waited until the next full moon, until they next heard the beating of leathery wings and claws skittering against the treetops. They would steel themselves with whiskey and plum-wine. They would aim for the center of the shadowy mass as it bent to feast. They would pray. Some balked at the plan of using the drunken moneylender as bait for
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The Pain Eater's Tale

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The Pain Eater's Tale

Before the War of Wizards, the Red Raven Inn was a legend on the banks of the Elsa. You could hear the skirling of the violins along the water for miles. Now, the strings were silent, and even the voices were hushed of a night, as everyone listened for thunder. Tonight, they heard it. "Shhh!"  Old Cahill admonished the patrons, and holds up his cane. As one, the grizzled farmers and river boatmen closed their mouths and look up at the rafters. Barmaids paused, faces ashen. Unmistakably, there it was, the distant peal of thunder. Of course, Cahill had been the first to hear. He always was. Cahill frowned. "Girls. Set to. Close the windows.
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Unboxing

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Unboxing

The children, as they always did, perched on the Stones for the Evening Telling. The Teller stood, face in white, Stick of Truths in his hands. When it was such, only the Teller could say stories and tell truths. All others were to stay silent unless called to respond. Even the Chief-In-The-Walls could not speak if he were in attendance, although tonight’s Telling was only for the children and Mums. Behind the Teller, the Burning Mums tended the Telling Fire. It kept the Teller in silhouette, and the children’s faces sweaty with its heat, hotter than usual tonight. The girls especially scratched at the cloth over their mouths.  
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Damned Kids

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Damned Kids

"You wanna see something cool, Peter?" Marnie's hair was long, shaggy. She peered at me through it. Shy. Brown eyes behind black curtains.   Every time she said that, it was an adventure. Danny'd snicker at me. "Where'd she drag you off to this time, Pete? Catch a chicken and kill it? Pull the wings off butterflies?"   The whole town thought Marnie and her family were strange. Marnie was bullied at school. One time Danny shoved a cup of worms into her locker. Everybody thought that was real funny.   I didn’t. It was stupid. Marnie was just quiet. Her mom drank a lot, didn’t leave the house much. Her dad, well. He wasn't around.  

Bruja

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Bruja

Mister Curses was Gina's threadbare, stuffed black cat made of old t-shirts. Her abuela made him as a gift two Halloween-birthdays ago. Now abuela was gone, Mom was passed out again on the couch, and it was just little Gina, Mister Curses, the blinking security status panel, and the gunfire beyond the door outside.   She clutched the floppy cat to her chest as the shouting started. She didn't know the language, but it wasn't English and it wasn't Spanish. She'd heard it before, the men who ran the building they lived in and collected money or other things from Mom used it all the time. They scared little Gina. They scared Mom too, but she tri
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Citizens

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Citizens

They ignored their City's gleaming towers, her rose-hued walls, her sparkling streets, her abundance. They had eyes only for the other across the plain. It was not until her towers rusted, her walls fell, her people starved, That they found the other across the plain was a mirage.
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In Lieu of Flowers

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In Lieu of Flowers

She knew it made her father sad, how she always looked backward. Jenne would spend her time, when she wasn't studying, or even when she was supposed to be studying, face pressed into the eyeset, looking at the feeds from the left-behind telescopes that still made their journeys, like breadcrumbs between here and Earth. Her sister would slap the back of her head, tsk, then say something about the boy she'd been talking to over the wave. That one on Charon, maybe. Seemed like a different one every time. Josephine was a kid. She didn't remember Mom. She had no reason to look through Jenne's eyeset at the grainy feeds. Had no reason to glance o

Bus Station

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Bus Station

SCENE 1: MYSTERY/THRILLER  Mood: Eerie The bus station looked abandoned except the last bus out front, hugging the terminal like a dead beetle. Florescent lights buzzed yellow, off and on and off over the ticket window, not quite revealing whether a living soul stood there to send you off if you wanted a ride. The passenger’s bench sat empty except for the dust from a desert breeze, and a Coke machine loomed nearby, dark, buttons gleaming like insect eyes. The bus’ door slid open. One passenger stepped off, all trench coat and snakeskin boots, turned on one heel, and was quickly swallowed by the darkness. SCENE 2: CONTEMPORARY T

DC2 Cocoon

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DC2 Cocoon

He fell through the burning. Through a black pool of itch and pain and not quite dreaming. Sometimes there would be a hint of green light. Sometimes he couldn’t open his eyes at all. There were times when he slept. In between, there were times when it felt like someone was rubbing hot coals all over his skin, or just under it. He drifted in and out of black nothing, coming to surface in a half-dream of pain and a relentless, burning itch. Then he was being fed, or more truthfully, something was shoved into his throat and his nose held shut until he swallowed it. He didn't die. He lifted a hand to his face. It was bound in something.
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Were-drake

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Were-drake

In the end, after seven full moons, a dozen houses burned, and the bones of two-score villagers and seven unlucky knights had been strewn for leagues around, the farming clans took matters into their own hands. Heirloom silver from every house went into the smelter. Even the sullen, miserly old usurer was held down and fed whiskey until his silver molars could be pulled. They paid an itinerant bladesmith with as much coin, plum-wine and pelts as she could load on her wagon. They loaded the result of her craft into a huge, old siege crossbow left over from dozens of brushfire wars as this land changed hands from one king or another. And they waited until the next full moon, until they next heard the beating of leathery wings and claws skittering against the treetops. They would steel themselves with whiskey and plum-wine. They would aim for the center of the shadowy mass as it bent to feast. They would pray. Some balked at the plan of using the drunken moneylender as bait for
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The Pain Eater's Tale

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The Pain Eater's Tale

Before the War of Wizards, the Red Raven Inn was a legend on the banks of the Elsa. You could hear the skirling of the violins along the water for miles. Now, the strings were silent, and even the voices were hushed of a night, as everyone listened for thunder. Tonight, they heard it. "Shhh!"  Old Cahill admonished the patrons, and holds up his cane. As one, the grizzled farmers and river boatmen closed their mouths and look up at the rafters. Barmaids paused, faces ashen. Unmistakably, there it was, the distant peal of thunder. Of course, Cahill had been the first to hear. He always was. Cahill frowned. "Girls. Set to. Close the windows.
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Unboxing

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Unboxing

The children, as they always did, perched on the Stones for the Evening Telling. The Teller stood, face in white, Stick of Truths in his hands. When it was such, only the Teller could say stories and tell truths. All others were to stay silent unless called to respond. Even the Chief-In-The-Walls could not speak if he were in attendance, although tonight’s Telling was only for the children and Mums. Behind the Teller, the Burning Mums tended the Telling Fire. It kept the Teller in silhouette, and the children’s faces sweaty with its heat, hotter than usual tonight. The girls especially scratched at the cloth over their mouths.  
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Damned Kids

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Damned Kids

"You wanna see something cool, Peter?" Marnie's hair was long, shaggy. She peered at me through it. Shy. Brown eyes behind black curtains.   Every time she said that, it was an adventure. Danny'd snicker at me. "Where'd she drag you off to this time, Pete? Catch a chicken and kill it? Pull the wings off butterflies?"   The whole town thought Marnie and her family were strange. Marnie was bullied at school. One time Danny shoved a cup of worms into her locker. Everybody thought that was real funny.   I didn’t. It was stupid. Marnie was just quiet. Her mom drank a lot, didn’t leave the house much. Her dad, well. He wasn't around.  

Bruja

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Bruja

Mister Curses was Gina's threadbare, stuffed black cat made of old t-shirts. Her abuela made him as a gift two Halloween-birthdays ago. Now abuela was gone, Mom was passed out again on the couch, and it was just little Gina, Mister Curses, the blinking security status panel, and the gunfire beyond the door outside.   She clutched the floppy cat to her chest as the shouting started. She didn't know the language, but it wasn't English and it wasn't Spanish. She'd heard it before, the men who ran the building they lived in and collected money or other things from Mom used it all the time. They scared little Gina. They scared Mom too, but she tri
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In Lieu of Flowers

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In Lieu of Flowers

She knew it made her father sad, how she always looked backward. Jenne would spend her time, when she wasn't studying, or even when she was supposed to be studying, face pressed into the eyeset, looking at the feeds from the left-behind telescopes that still made their journeys, like breadcrumbs between here and Earth. Her sister would slap the back of her head, tsk, then say something about the boy she'd been talking to over the wave. That one on Charon, maybe. Seemed like a different one every time. Josephine was a kid. She didn't remember Mom. She had no reason to look through Jenne's eyeset at the grainy feeds. Had no reason to glance o

Interossicular Space

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Interossicular Space

It wasn't that May's parents didn't love her, or wouldn't miss her. She could no longer go to school, and every tutor and nanny they brought home just couldn't stop chewing or move slowly enough to do the job. And the breathing. May's parents went through training, used circular techniques, never did anything strenuous around May. Diet, house, everything was a cushion. Nothing clicked, knocked, groaned or collided with anything else. May's folks had the act down cold. But anyone else, no matter the training, always that one time they'd forget and sigh, and May would clamp her hands to ears and make that face. Her silent scream. Then the sho
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Not Today

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Not Today

It was time. Between the serving periods. The shuffling lines thinned back to just a few stragglers, the older ones mostly. Sister Elene knew by their feet, mostly wrapped up in oilskin against the constant wet. She'd done the same, as much for the quiet as for keeping out the salted mud. She discarded her apron, grabbed her pack, a roughspun hooded robe and her lantern from their hiding place in the back of the storeroom. Under the robe, she belted on the knife. It pulled at the scars, her chest felt like strips of leather. Elene wanted to look at the knife, say the prayer, but no time. It had to be now. She knew where he'd be, knew he'd b
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Always-on

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Always-on

Paris::15d since last chat::0 New Messages For months, I'd see her at the clinics for our injections, and online in the therapeutic forums. She kept the same odd hours as me. The others managed to find work on a routine schedule. Think-driving sanitation units, working the inbound tech support lines. Workaday, like regular humans. Safe. Not us. We were always-on. It had been that way in the Gideon pilot pod, when we were all wired together, our minds fused into a single mosaic. I was intuition, stay a step-ahead of the enemy, guessing the next ten moves. She was the logic center. She did the math. She was a cascade of formulae, speaking in
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Grommets for Hanging

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Grommets for Hanging

The buildings so tightly packed that the roofs became a city unto themselves, new roofs erected from detritus hauled up from the streets below, built by human versions of same. Old rooftop was floor space now, shingled and tar-papered carpet subfloor under layers of cardboard bedding and lean-tos and currogated shacks thrown up against exhaust vents. The sun was blocked by endless tarpaulin of vinyl sheeting stitched with baling wire and shoestring and power cables from obsolete machines, held aloft by whatever the roof dwellers could prop up. Cymbal was picking mushrooms under the blue light cast from noon sun filtered through the vinyl ove
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Citizens

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Citizens

They ignored their City's gleaming towers, her rose-hued walls, her sparkling streets, her abundance. They had eyes only for the other across the plain. It was not until her towers rusted, her walls fell, her people starved, That they found the other across the plain was a mirage.
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Harvey's Halloween

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Harvey's Halloween

There were a lot more trick or treaters this year. Lot more spider mans, wonder womans, little astronauts in their pressure suits, more moms and dads carrying the helmets after a few blocks this year. This year, spider man is going to a new school, one taking on lots of new spider mans, and wonder womans, and astronauts, with the same teachers carrying the extra load this year. This year, wonder woman's mom washed her magic lasso with her school clothes in a washing machine fixed up by students, and dried them on a pole welded by students and maybe they'll be able to move out of this shed this year. This year, little astronauts
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crystalline

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crystalline

Counting days sparkling water clear eyes seeing daylight but not the other guy so far.

ark nemesis

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ark nemesis

Came out of the sand, wind blowing hot ruffling his hat brim No wings. They had wings, we thought, but the Good Book never said anything about that. Just a long chain A long chain, A chain as long as we've been here crawling across His skin until today. A long chain, holding a big box tight on his back, pine, fine grain, if you've a mind for detail. Along his chest, leather. He pulled it, Sam Colt in each claw, and he dared the horizon Draw, you Sons of Sons of Bitches, And as we started, we ended, rats, crawling over the dirt scrambling for water for sun for a dark hole away from the storm we'd made. One by one by one he raised h

Zero One

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Zero One

So choose. To take what we will, we will take a knife to your child's throat to stay warm in youngblood. To serve the will which keeps us, we keep safe from enemies foreigndomestic as long as we stay told. So choose. Take your guns, or take your indenture. We'll wait.

Watered down

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Watered down

I asked the old sailor as he sucked on suds my coin had brought him, I asked again the question that had brought me. Yea, he spat. He didn't say Aye, Yea, you whelp, I saw one once. Hair like the sun topping the waves at dawn, Scales like the calmest blue around the islands where coconuts grow, and speaking of coconuts, she had... But what happened, I pressed him, another coin down, another glass down, 'We'd gone down,' he said, a Spring gale ripped our sails, and sent us breaking over the breakers on the Eastern coast, rocks like teeth, the Devil's tits. I coughed at the color. Another coin down. And the man went on. Water was black,

gin ration

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gin ration

The boards in this dive, soaking up my blood just like they soaked up dad's and granddad's before him, and it's like they say. Thicker than water, 'cause water would clean up easier.

I reckon

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I reckon

Weeds tumble over my headstone until the Day. one Day a man was weary too many mouths, too hungry, loud decided to shut them mouths for better or worse one Day a general made a truce swords to plows, but orders are orders decided to take that land for better or worse one Day a rich man laid track hands and hammers, all crossed the sea for pay but bullets are cheaper for better or worse one Day Weeds tumble into a broken hole next to my headstone Got my bullets, Got my orders, And I'm hungry And for better or worse, Hell's coming along.

bicycle mortuary

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bicycle mortuary

We rode together once but I've no time for you now, so I've hanged you to forget you, as the air leaves you rarefied. Rust in peace.
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All Hallow's Tales 2020: RESULTS

All Hallow's Tales 2020: RESULTS

This contest is generously sponsored by prize donors and the following groups: @CRLiterature, @communityrelations, @Schreiberlinge, @theWrittenRevolution, @PromotingPositivity Happy Halloween, banshees and boogiemen! Here they are, the results of this year's All Hallow's Tales contest: The People of the Wood. First, I'd like to take a moment to thank the JUDGES for their hard work and generosity of time for reading and scoring the entries! PROSE JUDGES: @neurotype, @JessaMar, @GDeyke, @hbaf187 POETRY JUDGES: @BATTLEFAIRIES, @KiriHearts, @Asahi-Taichou, @xlntwtch, @Kadreshi, @BlackBowfin All entries were scored on a point system grading Creativity, Technique, Use of Theme and "The Halloween Factor." Here are the winners: Grand Prize Back in the wood by @JessaMar GRAND PRIZE wins: 6-month Core Membership from @communityrelations 1-month Core Membership from @ikazon A campaign diary from The Rook and the Raven, up to $60 value from @ikazon A copy of Scrivener writing software
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I wanna be sedated

I wanna be sedated

Yeah, I'm super absent these days due to a work promotion and training (sometimes I get to sleep in til 4am!), but wanted to take a minute to say a coupla things: Happy Fuckin' New Year and goddammit it's about time. :ahoy: (that's cream soda dr pepper in the mug) Much love to @WDWParksGal for featuring me as an Angel Without Wings in her January edition, and to @RTNightmare for the suggestion. While I'm a ghost around here lately, I'm a ghost that still loves y'all. Peace, love, and the donut of your choice!

Creech

Creech

Several of you have tagged me on your Creature Week posts. That's very sweet. Love that you think of me when you're talking about monsters and Halloween memories. But I'm exhausted. I took one look at the stuff Creature Week wants you to do, and I just don't have the mental battery charge. So, I won't get a badge for this (I've never badged in any DA Halloween thing, weirdly), but I'll answer the questions. My favorite individual monster is Frankenstein's Creature. He's tragic, sympathetic, but still an object of horror. He's relatable. He's the product of the fertile imagination of a teenaged girl who changed literature forever, and his portrayal by Boris Karloff is far more nuanced and poignant than decades of pop culture and cartoons would have you believe. My favorite monster in general is the werewolf, and by that I mean the old-school, cursed, change-with-the-moon type, not the newfangled, angsty change-at-will CGI bikers with fleas that we see too often now. I'm a

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Hi just passing by. I am Resist Reality. I bring paintings to life.


Wonder Woman #650 cover brought to life
Dark Druid painting comes alive

I know it was for the contest, but still! Thank you for the favorite. <3

Happy birthday! I hope it's been a good one.

Thank you for the fav :D

Thank you so much for the watch. :)
It is highly appreciated :heart:

Should have done that a while ago. Oh, and congratulations on the toilet bowl symbol! :D