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Victoria Silverwolf

Vegetarian Werewolf
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hedge maze, beekeeper and magical realism

Yesterday the bees decided they wanted their hives inside the hedge maze instead of the rose garden, so I had to put on my protective gear and lift them, one by one, over the gravel walkway and into that blasted green labyrinth. I never did like the damned thing, the way its corridors writhe like the insides of some giant serpent intent on devouring the world. But their Lordships must have their honey, and sad bees make sad honey, so I must keep them happy, and so the world goes, round and round and round.

mirror, shopkeeper, historical fiction
 

tegeus-Cromis

a better poet than swordsman
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After Thermidor and the fall of Robespierre, the Comte d'Auxerre was among the first aristocratic exiles to venture back to Paris, only to find his hotel particulier in Place Vendome emptied, all the furniture and paintings that he'd had to leave behind in his middle-of-the-night flight to Bavaria looted, the richly colored wallpaper, with scenes of chinoiserie, peeling off the walls. After a night in his despoiled apartment, he found his way to his old marchand de meubles in St. Germain, who had miraculously weathered unscathed the storms of the revolution. The first item the old shopkeeper showed him was one of the newly fashionable full-length, oval Psyche mirrors; and seeing himself from head to toe in its smoky brightness, the Comte was reminded that he was still in one piece, his head still on his shoulders, unlike many a companion of the carefree days of his youth.

engraving burin, graduate student, weird tale
 

MikeAnderson

Emperor Xenu's Life Coach
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Making soap with my buddy Tyler!
The Dean of The School of Arts always criticized my work, calling it "lacking emotional context, detail, and originality."
So I killed him in a rage, and engraved my thesis into his skin with a cold chisel I found in the tool box in the Geology lab.
I'm the only art student in history with a simultaneous death sentence and an exhibit honoring my work at the Guggenheim.

pizza, necromancer, espionage thriller
 

Anne Martin

incorrigible
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Unable to move, Halep watched as the pizza floated out of the box on its way to the mage's table. His palms sweated as he anticipated his freedom, hoping his cell had chosen this opening to assassinate his captor and release the spell. Was it intuition, or just sheer bad luck, when the mage offered Halep the first bite?


pineapple, writer, magical realism
 
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Hummus

wrap it up already
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Uk
"Excuse me," said Wernard Mcwright, writer, to the unicorn behind the counter,"I ordered a freshly squeezed pineapple juice, with extra magic dust, ten minutes ago - I have dealines to keep here - did I tell you I'm a writer?"
The unicorn, bearing a suspicious amount of fruits on its horn, licked some juice from its fur.
"Apologies, I stuck."

Lighter, Astronaut, Rom-com
 

tegeus-Cromis

a better poet than swordsman
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The signal came through and on the large video screen at mission command appeared the surface of the red planet and Kate's face, smiling inside her space-suit helmet.
Charlie rushed to speak:
"Kate, now that you achieved your goal of being the first human on Mars, will you finally answer: will you marry me?"
Kate held up something in her pressurized glove:
"Charlie, you must recognize this, my father's old Zippo, that I'm so sentimental about; as I told you long ago, when someone asks me to marry him, I'll strike it; and, if it lights on the first try, I'll marry him gladly; but if it doesn't, we're done forever."
 

MikeAnderson

Emperor Xenu's Life Coach
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Making soap with my buddy Tyler!
"Oi, the magical brush went loopy, and instead of drawing a unicorn, it summoned a bloody bowl of minestrone!"
The wizened wizard of titanium white, Bob of Ross, merely patted his apprentice kindly on his shoulder, and materialized two spoons and a bag of oyster crackers.
"All will be well, as long as you remember this ancient incantation; there is no such thing as a mistake, just happy accidents!"

plasma blaster, unemployed construction worker, romantic comedy
 

Guttersnipe

logolept
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The construction worker dodged the half-heated plasma blast. He looked at his girlfriend. "If you flirt with that gynoid again, I won't miss next time."

carnival, starfish, telepathy
 

Joshua Jones

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Maryland, USA
carnival, starfish, telepathy

It isn't easy being telepathic as part of a freak show. I'm forced to watch the landed ones hobble about on two legs while their vacuous minds invariably contemplate in various orders currency acquisition, intoxicants, and reproduction. Thankfully, they still think I'm merely a large starfish, and have no idea what I plan to do when their species is properly subjugated.

Volcano, Forbidden Romance, High Fantasy
 

Randy M.

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Volcano, Forbidden Romance, High Fantasy

It's hard to love, it must be hard to love, to erupt with love, to overflow as pennants wave and armor clanks, an army trudging with a sacrifice to halt my love. Where there be dragons and elves, sprites and chimera due for death at the hands of armored men with lances and swords and arrows, no display of my love suffices, or will be suffered. Though this earth trembles and quakes, it abides and awaits a time without pennants and armor and armies clanking, ominous and resolute.

Bathtub, mechanic, hard-boiled s.f.
 

sarap001

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"It's like this," Shaggan grunted, tugging at a phalange with his grav-wrench, "you've just gotta fiddle with stuff."

"Fiddle," Turuk echoed mindlessly, bouncing a coin off of the grime-caked bulkhead. It clinked, spun, rolled back toward him across the plasma burn on the floor that used to be Kiggin.

"Mmm." Shaggan responded. The phalange, anchored to the tub's brass claw foot, came loose with a lame buzz of energy discharge. "You know. Tinker. Adjust. Screw."

Turuk's gaze tracked through the energy field's bluish haze, out into the debris fields beyond, where the armada massed. Mostly Kohler-class, a few sleek American Standards flanking the main host. Weapons charging, he knew, to blow this ship apart. "You're fixin' to screw that thing back to life?"

Shaggan drew to his feet, carrying the phalange around to the main spout, and gingerly maneuvered his furry bulk into the scarred porcelain. "If I have to, old friend." He slid the phalange overtop the spout and began meticulously adjusting the knobs, seeking the sweet spot between H and C.

The coin skittered out, bounced once, started rolling back...

A WUMPF of pressure knocked it across the cell. Turuk's head snapped around to see the tub, its thrusters whining to life, its filigree rising from tarnished brass into a vibrant green, Shaggan's mandibles cracked into a fierce grin. From deeper in the ship, alarms started to wail.

"What are you waiting for? Bubbles?"

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Fountain pen, chef, Gothic horror
 

Ori Vandewalle

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Greenbelt, MD
By candlelight I write this letter, the dim flames illuminating a crimson tint in the ink of my fountain pen. Someone must learn of my story, even if I am imprisoned here for the remainder of my days, alone but for the terrible echoes that cascade around the castle walls--the sickening slice of knives, the boiling water, the cackling laughter. In truth I am not the only one here, for every night he finds me, brings me to the great hall, and feeds me a meal of awful delights that set my tongue afire; I dare not think where the meat comes from.

diamond, delivery person, biopunk
 

Guttersnipe

logolept
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The Martian diamonds were converted into credits long before the delivery man arrived. The owner buzzed him in. The Splicer was in her hands now. She just worried that the man would make it back as well as he'd come--unmolested by the mutants.

Cuckoo bird, scepter, tornado
 

Astro Pen

Write now.
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Wales UK
The Royal cuckoo bird killer was called to the court. The king was suffering a lack of sleep as a new cuckoo had taken up residence in a tree near his bedroom. It always gave eleven tweets which caused the king to leap from his bed thinking he had overslept.
But try as he might the killer's scepter, known colloquially as 'the quacker whacker' was not long enough to reach the nest.
Fortunately there came a squall of wind which spiraled into a tornado. Lifting the bird killer high alongside the tree and also imparting a spinning motion adding extra power to the scepter, dispatching the bird in an easy swing.
However the following morning the king really did oversleep.

Clock, ant-eater, mythology
 
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Joshua Jones

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Clock, ant-eater, mythology

Tic-toc, tic-toc the Great Tower repeated as Archibald the Steadfast watched. The day approached when the fire which consumed the Forerunners, architects of the Great Tower, would return and consume all the ants Archibald and his kind depended upon. He swallowed and offered thanks, for that day was not today.

Samurai, Tuna, Fantasy
 

Land Under Wave

Incorrigible Fantasist
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Roundworld
Samurai, Tuna, Fantasy

Raiden the bluefin tuna pulled up short in a flurry of bubbles and twisted himself in deep obeisance. He had never before come to Ronin Katana-of-Swordfishes (never had the situation been so dire!) and yet he dared feel a warrior's bond between them--for did they not both possess the Magic of Internal Heating? Surely now, he thought, the Evil Shortfin Mako will fall to salt before the exploits of our new-formed Fellowship!

Baby Diaper, Sculptor, Superhero Fiction
 
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