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Drunken void

The Grand Magus sat back in his chair by the fire, observing orange motes fly into the air as they were catapulted from their wooden beds, watching as they danced hissing and crackling around the hearth like gleeful demons. Bastards. … Continue reading

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Sweet meat

A human body, flayed and eviscerated, lying rotting in the filth and shadows of a rain-soaked alleyway; the stench of the cadaver is powerful. Sweet pink meat turning green; juices nectar to flies… *** Combining prompts from Trifextra and For … Continue reading

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Flora and fauna

Flesh-eating flowers aside, the expansive gardens seemed to have been divided into areas at one time, although the plants had clearly overgrown their boundaries and had gone wild within the gigantic glass dome. They walked by a stream, the music … Continue reading

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Logomania

The children whispered stories to each other in the dark, playing out rituals and chanting together to comfort each other and ward off the demons that prowled at the edges of the shadows.  They started to believe in their own … Continue reading

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Delusions of grandeur

“I can do this” thought Nathanial while he drew in chi, feeling it swirling into his bones. Now was the time. Glancing around, he saw the grand hall was empty. This wasn’t right.  Where was the Grand Magus? Suddenly he … Continue reading

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Xendochial

Ymaarmpip had his sights on one blue-green planet orbiting a star in the backwaters of a barred-spiral galaxy; an opportunity to show other species there were some friends out there in the universe. *** Xendochial – full version Oh to … Continue reading

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Orator

Nobody knew why the old pauper had been hung, or who he had offended with his oratory.  Why, but yesterday his cheeks were full of colour as he blustered with his usual vigour, just as he had every week in … Continue reading

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