50 words: It is not that I fear joy. I long as much as any. But joy is a momentary spike of emotion. I fear not the peak but the descent into the valley that comes after. If life is a culmination of averages, what sin is there in seeking a plateau?
Read MoreOnce upon a time, there was a broken world. Dark clouds covered the lands and blotted out the sun. Lightning strikes were a constant occurrence, and the air rumbled with thunderous booms. Plants died away and rivers ran with lava.
Read More“What do we got?” Callum ducked his head to fit through the doorway to the small office. The floors were carpeted. Green walls. Bookshelves took up the entire eastern wall.
“You of all people should recognize a corpse,” the dark-haired man jested from the corner of the room. He lined up his shot, and the camera clicked. His target: the victim. In the center of the room sat a red cushioned chair facing a heavy wooden desk. A woman sat motionless in the chair, back to Callum. From where he stood, she look perfectly fine, still among the living apart from the lack of motion.
Read MoreHe had done it!
Aesc had finally cracked the cryptic book of magic spells. It had taken months to track down such a forbidden text. And years more to interpret. Magic had long since been outlawed throughout the kingdom, and the ealdormen of his village were superstitious and zealous to the point of extremism. Caution was foremost on Aesc’s mind, but never at the sake of progress.
Read MoreHer hair poured from her hat in streams of coffee which splashed across her shoulders in search of a tall cup. “Pull up a chair,” it seemed to say, “and enjoy a conversation with a friendly face.”
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