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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Feb 26, 2023 12:10:05 GMT -6
This Week's Prompt: Bones Length: Entries must be 100 words, no more, no less. Where: Post your entry below. Deadline: March 4th by midnight CST. Participant's Badges: HERE Weekly Challenge Rules:- No critiquing. Please refrain from giving feedback, as these challenges are to inspire creativity.
- Positive Enthusiasm is welcome! But save it for when Voting has started.
- CAN NOT vote for your own entry, and doing so will disqualify your submission.
- HAVE FUN!
Did you post an entry? Don't forget your Easy 10 Points!
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Post by FoxxGlove on Feb 27, 2023 16:12:21 GMT -6
Urban Oasis
She soars upward, riding the draft of a passing wind. She no longer needs sanctuary in order to heal. The wing is robust and at full strength once again.
In her wake, cashmere-soft pigeon feathers flutter and spiral in the breeze. The docility and delayed reaction to imminent danger displayed by her meek and gentle cousins has served her exceedingly well.
She does not look back at the collection of small white bones littered beneath the well-visited bird feeder. The carnage is already forgotten.
She knows no grief.
Experiences no regret.
It is not in her nature to do so.
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dawndragon
Smoke
Does spite count as motivation?
Posts: 41 
Custom Title: Head in the clouds
MEDIUM: 100
EASY: 300
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Post by dawndragon on Mar 1, 2023 23:09:58 GMT -6
The Things I do for my Necromancer's Degree
Sandra cursed as she thread the wire through the bones. Luckily her mother wasn’t present to hear. This was her third attempt to create a dog from bones. On her first try she had used the wrong wire and it had collapsed. The second she had channelled too much magic and it had imploded; she was still finding bone shards around her room. One final tug and the form was complete. A quick breath of magic, not too much, and the dog shook out it’s bones. She sighed and took a moment to admire her creation.
The head was backwards.
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Post by Mazulla on Mar 5, 2023 1:18:52 GMT -6
Fate
"The gods are mysterious. Cruel. This may not reveal the answers you desire," warned the old Seer. Beneath a white-painted face, his weary, dark eyes locked with mine. Forming an intricate headdress, a deer's skull rested atop his head, a flurry of ravens' feathers and draping leathers. "I must know my fate," I said, gaze held steady. And so he threw down the bones. "Glory in coming battles. Your lineage will carry on..." He studied the engraved bones. "In the form of a daughter. She will surpass even your glory. And you... You will join the gods before winter's end."
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Mar 5, 2023 10:27:39 GMT -6
Poll Added! Best of luck all
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Mar 12, 2023 12:35:59 GMT -6
Congrats dawndragon! Have an extra 15 easy points for you victory  |
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