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People Watching

I had been sitting in the shabby little cafe for a while when he came in. It wasn't that I was looking out for him, in particular; I was (so I tell myself), people watching, the sort of hobby that becomes the preoccupation of the bored and lonely (such as myself). Not that I was all that bothered about contact with people such as these, you could probably strike off lonely from that list - in a way, the isolation, whatever you might call it, it was self-engendered, it was something I had grown to love. I don't need people, I don't want people, and they don't need me. But they sure are interesting to watch. Anyway, this man entered the cafe, a

Vengeance

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Vengeance

The thin shaft of light glinted brightly off the silver blade. Fyn eyed the engraving just below the hilt; her brother's initials. She blinked, and realized her eyes were wet. The time had come. Today was the day. She sheathed the dagger. Her belt - securing the layers of reinforced armour encasing her legs - helped to conceal the weapon with which she would avenge her brother. She patted her right thigh; she felt the thin, yet reassuringly solid, presence of the plasma charger, her insurance policy. If there was anything her brother had taught her, it was to always have a back-up plan. Not that it had done him much good. And so, in case thin

Vigil

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Vigil

A dense fog had settled in the night. Melissa paced nervously at the top of the garden. Looming out of the mist at other end, the towering, naked limbs of the ancient oak forest looked on forebodingly. She was still out there somewhere. Biding her time. Melissa shivered, and pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders. There was a chill in the air, and a heavy silence. Only the occasional creak of the trees to break it. She stood there, waiting, for what felt like an age, and still nothing disturbed the emptiness. She sensed it sometime before she became consciously aware of it, the familiar tension in her skin rising again. There was somet

Queen of Hearts

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Queen of Hearts

I turned the pack over in my hands. A good, familiar size. And of course, every card burnt. With, as always, one exception. The Queen of Hearts stood proud out of the rest, unblemished. I knew what it meant, of course; the same thing it always meant. It was a summons. I returned the cards to the table and exhaled. I had a choice, of course; but you don't refuse her. I certainly had no intention of doing so. Let me tell you about the Queen of Hearts. I had heard much of her before I even came to this city. Her beauty was legendary, known through every level of society. Everybody, from the wealthiest psi-tech execs through to the lowliest gutte

Craters

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Craters

Hot. So hot. The sun beat down relentlessly. We'd been driving for hours, my hands slick on the wheel. A flat, endless dusty landscape opened in front of me, punctuated only by a small collection of buildings in the distance. Our destination, at last. Rednecks and explosives. That had been the sum of my career for the last month or so. Aside from being frequently threatened with all kinds of creative injuries, occasionally being shot at, and - once - narrowly avoiding death by explosion, the worst of it was the driving. Why did they all have to live so damn far from civilization? If anything, surely that made them less of a threat to anybody

Fantasy Child

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Fantasy Child

It was calm here. Quiet. She gazed out across the vast, empty ocean. Completely still. Her little boat did not bob, did not sway. The mirror surface made it hard to see where water met sky; the sun hung low, sinking into the horizon. There was no wind blowing; no rain had fallen. She had not seen land for many days. She had seen nobody else for longer still. She liked that. She curled her hand tightly around the paw of her stuffed tiger. Annie, she had called it. Her sole companion on her adventure. Unexpectedly, the water rippled at the edge of her wooden ship. In the wide emptiness, the noise startled her. She gripped tighter to Annie, an

100 Writing Prompts

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100 Writing Prompts

1. A desert town 2. A desperate man 3. A cosy cafe 4. Two old friends 5. A suspicious person 6. An ancient dagger 7. A mysterious idol 8. A derelict spaceship 9. A broken watch 10. The end of the world 11. A carnivorous tree 12. A lonely mountain village 13. Demons 14. A comet 15. Visions 16. A briefcase 17. Graffiti 18. The first man on Mars 19. A drunken wizard 20. A lost explorer 21. A not-lost explorer 22. Nightmares 23. A city in the sky 24. A crowded street 25. A neon city 26. A magical forest 27. An immortal woman 28. A forbidden place 29. Yeti 30. A city under the sea 31. Broken glass 32. Fear of flight 33. A forbidden love 34. Fire a
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People Watching

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People Watching

I had been sitting in the shabby little cafe for a while when he came in. It wasn't that I was looking out for him, in particular; I was (so I tell myself), people watching, the sort of hobby that becomes the preoccupation of the bored and lonely (such as myself). Not that I was all that bothered about contact with people such as these, you could probably strike off lonely from that list - in a way, the isolation, whatever you might call it, it was self-engendered, it was something I had grown to love. I don't need people, I don't want people, and they don't need me. But they sure are interesting to watch. Anyway, this man entered the cafe, a

Vengeance

V

Vengeance

The thin shaft of light glinted brightly off the silver blade. Fyn eyed the engraving just below the hilt; her brother's initials. She blinked, and realized her eyes were wet. The time had come. Today was the day. She sheathed the dagger. Her belt - securing the layers of reinforced armour encasing her legs - helped to conceal the weapon with which she would avenge her brother. She patted her right thigh; she felt the thin, yet reassuringly solid, presence of the plasma charger, her insurance policy. If there was anything her brother had taught her, it was to always have a back-up plan. Not that it had done him much good. And so, in case thin

Vigil

V

Vigil

A dense fog had settled in the night. Melissa paced nervously at the top of the garden. Looming out of the mist at other end, the towering, naked limbs of the ancient oak forest looked on forebodingly. She was still out there somewhere. Biding her time. Melissa shivered, and pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders. There was a chill in the air, and a heavy silence. Only the occasional creak of the trees to break it. She stood there, waiting, for what felt like an age, and still nothing disturbed the emptiness. She sensed it sometime before she became consciously aware of it, the familiar tension in her skin rising again. There was somet

Queen of Hearts

Q

Queen of Hearts

I turned the pack over in my hands. A good, familiar size. And of course, every card burnt. With, as always, one exception. The Queen of Hearts stood proud out of the rest, unblemished. I knew what it meant, of course; the same thing it always meant. It was a summons. I returned the cards to the table and exhaled. I had a choice, of course; but you don't refuse her. I certainly had no intention of doing so. Let me tell you about the Queen of Hearts. I had heard much of her before I even came to this city. Her beauty was legendary, known through every level of society. Everybody, from the wealthiest psi-tech execs through to the lowliest gutte

Craters

C

Craters

Hot. So hot. The sun beat down relentlessly. We'd been driving for hours, my hands slick on the wheel. A flat, endless dusty landscape opened in front of me, punctuated only by a small collection of buildings in the distance. Our destination, at last. Rednecks and explosives. That had been the sum of my career for the last month or so. Aside from being frequently threatened with all kinds of creative injuries, occasionally being shot at, and - once - narrowly avoiding death by explosion, the worst of it was the driving. Why did they all have to live so damn far from civilization? If anything, surely that made them less of a threat to anybody

Fantasy Child

F

Fantasy Child

It was calm here. Quiet. She gazed out across the vast, empty ocean. Completely still. Her little boat did not bob, did not sway. The mirror surface made it hard to see where water met sky; the sun hung low, sinking into the horizon. There was no wind blowing; no rain had fallen. She had not seen land for many days. She had seen nobody else for longer still. She liked that. She curled her hand tightly around the paw of her stuffed tiger. Annie, she had called it. Her sole companion on her adventure. Unexpectedly, the water rippled at the edge of her wooden ship. In the wide emptiness, the noise startled her. She gripped tighter to Annie, an

100 Writing Prompts

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100 Writing Prompts

1. A desert town 2. A desperate man 3. A cosy cafe 4. Two old friends 5. A suspicious person 6. An ancient dagger 7. A mysterious idol 8. A derelict spaceship 9. A broken watch 10. The end of the world 11. A carnivorous tree 12. A lonely mountain village 13. Demons 14. A comet 15. Visions 16. A briefcase 17. Graffiti 18. The first man on Mars 19. A drunken wizard 20. A lost explorer 21. A not-lost explorer 22. Nightmares 23. A city in the sky 24. A crowded street 25. A neon city 26. A magical forest 27. An immortal woman 28. A forbidden place 29. Yeti 30. A city under the sea 31. Broken glass 32. Fear of flight 33. A forbidden love 34. Fire a
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