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Sept's topic was super fun. Everyone did a great job!

[NOV 2017] Water / Re: [Nov 2017] - Water - Discussion Thread
« on: November 02, 2017, 12:17:57 AM »
I find it funny (humorous) that the topic of this month's writing contest is water since it's November and any water is usually frozen where it gets cold enough lol

Thanks so much for the votes! I'm so glad people enjoyed my story!

I voted! Can't wait to see how everyone did! :D

*cracks knuckles* I think I can make a sci-fi/fantasy out of one of these... :)

It was about time I wrote something for this contest :3

Redemption Unreached

Words – 1,486

Spoiler for Hiden:
The average individual undoubtedly assumes that when someone bangs their head against something hard enough and looses their memories, they become a different person. But when they eventually regain their memories, they undoubtedly, without a second thought to the length of time in which they lived as another person, revert back to who they were before.

In some cases, I have to admit, that was true.

But me? No, no, in my case I turned out much differently than the majority assumed.

And they hated it.

My hands were cold and clammy as I reached up to make sure my hood was up and shadowing my face just enough that no one would immediately recognize me. The weather was suitable for the long cloak I was drowning in, in my attempts to remain out of the public eye. For that, I was extremely grateful.

I used to hate the rain because it once had the bad habit of ruin plans that I had been working for months on. But now I appreciated it. It was my dearest friend.

A sigh of trepidation escaped me before I was able to fully strengthen my resolve. Thankfully, before I could turn back and run for some form of transportation that could take me home, my feet began to carry me towards the marketplace.

I tried to ignore how people shied and drew away from me as I marched passed stalls and around parked carts and horses. It didn’t stop my heart from spasming in a strange way, allowing its friends Doubt and Regret to take up residence in my chest. It only became more difficult to overlook people’s prejudice when I stepped up to the stall I was looking for. There I found myself under the distrustful stare of the stall’s keeper.

My gaze zeroed in on a tray of mince-meat tarts sitting next to one nutritious seed cake which made my stomach turn in a way that reminded me that I hadn’t had anything to eat yet today. Food was hard to come by when you had to travel a distance from your newest lair.

The scents of the baker’s wares wafted out from the depths of the stall, causing my stomach to growl against my will. I quickly make up my mind and dug through my coin pouch for the correct amount of change, and when I found it I handed it over to the baker and asked for a loaf of his bread and one seed cake and three of his mince-meat tarts.

The glare on the baker’s face made sweat gather on my brow. I didn’t dare to take my gaze off of what the man was doing, in case he decided to poison my tarts, cake, or bread.

He handed it all to me and I quickly transferred it all to my small foodstuff sack. I offered him a quiet thank you with a bow of my head. I turned and stalked off to my next destination as fast as I dared while keeping my dignity intact.

Before I had walked five steps, though, I had to stop in order to let a horse and wagon pass. This gave me the unwanted moment of eavesdropping over the conversation the baker had when his wife appeared from the back of the stall.

“Who was that?” she asked.

“That was Edgaras—I was afraid he was going to be coming around today. He was here last week, didn’t say much. He didn’t need to say anything, I’ve never been so repulsed by someone’s presence before my entire life,” the baker replied.

His words affected me in a way I hated to admit. It had just been over three years since my defeat at the hands of Sir Gintaré of Cape Crevasse. It was a defeat that came after a long and arduous battle that had sent us scrambling up the ruins of  Geltores Castle, which sat on an outcropping of rock that looked about ready to break off and crumble into the sea. My memory grows foggy at how the battle progressed, leaving me to only remember the flashing and clashing of blades until he shoved me over the edge and I fell. My head struck the rock below, but I did not die. I simply forgot.

And Gintaré took care of me, helping to nurse me back to health, and in gratitude for him rescuing and aiding me in getting back on my feet with my empty head, I served beside him and helped him battle evil. It had been such a change from who I was before, a change I hoped would stay with me. But the average citizen of the kingdom of Talnor, the ones who remembered who I was, were not so quick to forgive. They were not going to forget about what I had done, what threat I had once posed.

After all, it was not every day that someone was able to sneak into the king’s castle at the heart of the capital—where they did battle with the king who was strong in his own right. It wasn’t every day that an assassin nearly overpowers the king and kills him.

The more pessimistic half of myself often mused that I could save the kingdom from attack from Norethir in the north and I would still not be forgiven.

Could a man like me ever truly be forgiven?

Once the horse and wagon had passed, I clipped my foodstuff to my belt and slipped through the crowd until I came upon a vegetable cart. Lettuce, cucumber, celery, carrots, and leeks stared up at me from between baskets of pea pods, cloves of garlic, and various herbs. I picked and bought only the vegetables with the longest shelf-life since my ride home was a day and a night’s ride away.

I liked cucumber and carrots the best, so I went about picking out some of the more average-sized ones, and some of the smaller ones as well, since I was alone and thus didn’t need to buy the larger specimens in order to feed others.

I smiled to the young woman running the stall before handing her the appropriate amount of gold and silver pieces. She smiled her thanks, her eyes sparkling in a way that told me that she wasn’t judging me like the other was. I nodded my thanks to her, thankful that I found someone that didn’t judge me by my past, only what she could see in front of her.

I dropped my vegetables into my foodstuff sack and gave the girl a nod. Turning from the stalls, I paused for a moment to seek out my next destination, the fruit stall. But before I could even go two steps from the stall, a chill crawled up my spine and I stopped. My brow furrowed at the feeling—it was a feeling I hadn’t felt for a good long while.

Turning around, I looked back into the vegetable stall. I stilled when I caught a glimpse of the girl, whose eyes were wide and filled with terror as she was dragged out the back of the stall.

I was moving before I could think, my sack of foodstuff feeling as if it weighed nothing as my instincts took over. I rounded the tent, prepared to deal with this situation accordingly, but I was forced to stop when I saw exactly what the situation was.

The brute who had grabbed the girl had a good foot of height on me and looked like he came from the settlements on the border Talnor shared with Gatha to the south-east. Rougher around the edges and taller than the average man. I gave him a quick glance up and down, sizing him up before a grunt wormed its way out of my throat.

In all my long, long years I’ve fought with every sort of man that roamed the lands in and around Talnor. I had done battle with a brute like him before, but it had been years.

I had been going soft over the last few years—and I no longer fought a brutally as I once did.

“Why don’t you let the young lady go?” I goaded as I forced myself to ignore the whispers of doubt in my head. “So you can fight someone closer to your caliber?”

The brute snarled at me and I felt a thrill rush through me. I clenched my fists in anticipation and gave the girl one last glance before I shifted my stance. She had fallen to the ground and half inside the back of stall behind hers.

This act of kindness would happen out of sight of those who I wanted to witness it. But it couldn’t be helped—I would just have to find another way to prove that I was worthy of redemption.

Usually I like to stay away from things like potions and elixirs for stories since I don't like putting too much magic into my fantasies, but then I remember that 'potions' are what people in the medieval times called medicine. *shrugs* I'm thinking of doing something radical. *rubs hands together* *laughs maniacally*

This sounds like a really interesting challenge. When I got my results all I could think of was Hyrule Castle from Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker, lol. I don't know why, though.

Royal heir
Talking Sword
Evil witch/wizard
(I choose wizard)
Massive explosion

I can make this work. :D

[MAR 2015] Rogues / Re: [Mar 2015] - Rogues - Submission Thread
« on: March 24, 2015, 03:20:32 AM »
Well, here's my entry  :D
Loyalty is risky business, but then there are siblings.
(A quaint 906 words)

Spoiler for Hiden:
The cool stone room was quiet. The only source of light came from a single candle that sat in a candle-holder on a small wooden table in the middle of the room. By that table sitting in a wooden chair and in quite an uncomfortable-looking position, was a guard.

In a cell in the back of the room, a young woman pressed herself up against the bars and focused on the guard. She brushed a strand of ebony hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear, before her pale lips parted and a melody escape them. She sang softly, crooning out a gentle lullaby.

The guard’s head began to nod, for the hour was late, and the young woman didn’t stop singing in hopes that she would be able to get him to succumb to sleep. The guard was stubborn, and she watched as he would nod and almost drop off, but then his head would jerk up with a snort. He slapped himself, and then went back to fighting off the clutches of fatigue.

The young woman didn’t let up until she saw the guard’s chin dropped to his chest. She held very still, and slowly looked over in a corner where the light from the candle didn’t reach. After she had stared at the corner for a short while before a figure silently slipped from the shadows and strode quietly across the room to the cell door.

As the figure passed by the table, for a brief moment the light from the candle lit up his profile and revealed a pair of serious golden eyes under a deep, black hood. The young woman watched as the man examined the lock, looking up at him with matching golden eyes filled with relief. She smiled softly as he looked away from the lock and looked over at the sleeping guard.

Quieter than a feather touching the floor, the man strode over to the guard and eyed the keys hanging on his belt. The young woman watched his every move, and the man never took his eyes off of the guard’s face as he reached down and wrapped his fingers around the clump of keys. Now knowing that the keys would not make noise when he picked up the ring, he carefully hooked a finger around the key-ring and lifted it gently off of the hook attached to the guard’s belt.

Padding back to the cell door, he went through the keys until he found the correct one and slid it into the lock. When he turned the key, the click of the lock being pulled was so loud that both the man and the young woman froze in place. The man whipped his head around and looked over at the guard, holding his breath as he did so. The guard snorted, and shifted slightly in his seat, but then settled back into sleep.

The man waited a few more moments before he swung the door open and took the young woman’s pale outstretched hand. He helped her to her feet and then pulled her behind him as he crossed the room to the door across from the cell. They stepped out into the hall, and as they began to run down the hall and towards the large window at the other end, the young woman noted that several guards lay scattered about, unconscious.

“You did quite well, Sonata,” the man told the young woman as they reached the window.

Sonata smiled thinly as she pulled her thin black cloak tighter around her shoulders. “Thank you, Ashe,” she returned as the man crouched low, preparing to carry her on his back. “Your shadow-blending has gotten better.” She gathered her ragged skirt up before she grasped his shoulders and wrapped her thin legs around his middle. She wrapped her arms over his shoulders and leaned her head forward over his right shoulder.

Ashe hummed in response to her compliment as he straightened and stepped onto the wide stone windowsill. They looked out at the moonlit countryside, and Ashe looked off in the direction of the rogue encampment. The camp would have to be moved after this, in order to get it farther away from enemy territory where it was more secure. It was because of the lord of this castle, who raided the encampment a fortnight before, that Sonata had been captured and locked up, and they needed to put as much space between them and this castle as they could. The unjust…just couldn’t keep having their way.

“I am fortunate to have you as my brother,” Sonata whispered in his ear.

Ashe leapt from the window with a merry laugh. “And I am fortunate to have you as my sister,” he retorted as they fell.
They landed in an old tree that grew up beside the castle, and in moments, the man had scaled it to the ground. He took off running across the fields, going as fast as he could go with his sister on his back.

Behind them, a clamour rose from within the castle as the guard of Sonata’s cell awoke and realized that the cell door was wide open and the prisoner was gone. And as he patted himself down, trying to find the key-ring that hung on his belt, he realized that his personal pouch of coins was missing, having been pilfered by Ashe on his way out the door.

Right now, I'm reading "One Realm Beyond" by Donita K. Paul. It's a Steampunk/Science Fiction crossover, and I'm loving it very much.

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