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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Oct 17, 2021 18:02:02 GMT -6
This Weeks Prompt: Crisp
The Rolling Weekly Rules can be found in a sticky in this same forum. Entries must be 100 words, no more, no less. Entries can be posted below. Entries must be posted by October 23rd by midnight PST. 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!
Don't forget your Easy 10 Points! |
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Post by pelwrath on Oct 18, 2021 0:45:16 GMT -6
By the Light of the Silvery Moon
The quake struck at night. Chunks of the ceiling fell making two holes in the central column of the chamber. The supermoon’s light bathed that column.
The body inside stirred. Its ribs cracked like a crispy cracker, as it gasped, filling its lungs for the first time in hundreds of years.
“Your silver and blessed bindings can no longer imprison me, Aradia?”
His body flexed and screamed in rage, then in pain as his body grew larger and stronger. The chains shattered, and finally Kanys Lupus Wyier, the war-wolf king, once again free, stalked into his mother’s light, and howled.
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Post by FoxxGlove on Oct 18, 2021 13:04:48 GMT -6
Amelia Brindle
Amelia Brindle loved riding pillion but to be pilot rather than passenger was her heart's desire and she committed every operational maneuver to memory. However, for now, Amelia relished the wind whistling past her ears and enjoyed the challenge of maintaining her balance. From a crisp midnight sky, the moon beamed benevolently upon her.
Perched confidently atop the bundle of tightly-bound willow twigs Amelia curled her tail in ecstasy. She swiped a with deadly paw at an astonished barn owl, easily outpaced by the aerodynamic broom, and imagined a Walpurgis night when she would be more than a simple familiar.
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Post by Mazulla on Oct 20, 2021 0:53:47 GMT -6
The Winter Garden
The setting sun illuminated stained glass, depicting great battles in colorful hues. A woman danced into the Winter Garden, black dress descending over bare, filthy feet. Her footfalls fell between botanical wonders, then, halting, she became enamored by red blooms. Unflinching as glass shattered overhead, a flaming arrow stabbed into a wall. "Highness," stuttered a guard. "You should be in safety." "Nonsense. My subjects await." She swept into the crisp air, standing on a balcony overlooking her subjects. They roared in their shiny garments. An oblivious smile, waving, as she cast them red petals over the edge. They love me. |
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Oct 31, 2021 17:31:54 GMT -6
Poll added! Sorry for the delay on this one, totally slipped my mind this week  |
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Nov 7, 2021 18:55:41 GMT -6
Mazulla breaks the curse and sweeps the win!  Congrats, and have an extra 15 easy points for the victory.
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Congrats, and have an extra 15 easy points for the victory.
You add them to your profile as you do them around the forum.
