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Friday Flash 17: Sanctuary
Loneliness — that’s what it is. That feeling nibbling your ears and tugging your hair. The desire to have someone next to you. Company is the one thing you lack on this beach. You don’t know how long you’ve been here. The darkness does funny things to time. But it must have been long enough…
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Friday Flash 16: Madame Carmine’s Advice
Madame Carmine consulted the astrological charts spread out on the desk in front of her as she scribbled some kind of arcane math on a notepad. Avery nervously tapped his heel against the leg of his chair. If his superiors knew how he was spending his lunch break…
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Friday Flash 15: By the Sacred Flame
Your wounds ache. Your body is heavy. You remember collapsing in the snow, but that is all you remember.
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Friday Flash 14: Safe Room
Emma, Lance, and Riley stood around the desk, staring at a sheet of paper. A large symbol was drawn on it — a mass of thick, black, sharp tendrils forming a circular, labyrinthine knot. They couldn’t pull their eyes away from it. The knot led their minds into a deep, dark place. None of them…
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Friday Flash 13: Crossing the Divide
A fire crackles in the distance. Your head still throbs. The fever still weighs heavy on you. You open your eyes and find yourself lying in a bed inside a small cabin. You remember collapsing suddenly, so you could be awake. Someone might have found you and brought you here. But you aren’t sure. There’s…
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Friday Flash 12: The Lake Between Worlds
You paddle your boat across the dark, still water. You don’t know how you got here or why you have come to this place. The fog is slowly consuming your memories. It wasn’t always there. You had a home and a family once — before the fog stole them.
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Friday Flash 11: The Clocks of Tynsk
There was a clockmaker in the town of Tynsk. He lived on the fringes, aloof and alone. He never opened his door to the townsfolk, but welcomed every lost traveler and poor wanderer.
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Friday Flash 10: Nocturne
Pierre sat at the piano in the ballroom. A full moon shone through the tall windows overlooking the gardens. The house was his now — the land, the debt. The very debt that drove his father to drink and his mother mad. Pierre could feel it weighing on him like a heavy chain around his…
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Friday Flash 9: The Rainy City
Cold light shines through the wall of glass. There’s nothing here but a lonely iron bench and the sound of rain. The air is heavy like a blanket, guarding the ruins’ slumber.
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Friday Flash 8: Unanswered
I’ve never believed in coincidences. Not in this town. Why you? Why me? Why tonight?