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The Sword in Lake Mitchell, Part 1
Kaelyn swam through the cool, clear water, scanning the lake bed with her flashlight. The heart of Lake Mitchell was dim, even at midday. Unlike Kaelyn’s other diving spots, it was eerily still and quiet. There were no plants, no fish — only silt covering the one-hundred-year-old remains of a naval battle.
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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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Bael-Sur
It feels so long since I last wrote to you. I can’t remember when I last wrote a letter to anybody. So much has happened, and I scarcely believe any of it.
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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?
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Friday Flash 7: Doomed
They must know by now. They’ll come for us. Someone will find us. Someone will break in.
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Friday Flash 6: The Psychic’s Creed
Brothers, sisters, we have discovered a great gift. To speak mind to mind. To walk in each other’s dreams. All beyond the reach of our mechanical lords.
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Friday Flash 5: Tales of Dragonia
Have you heard of Dragonia? The narrow valley between the Black Peaks and Summoner’s Rise? That’s where the ancient dragons are said to reside. A land of crystal waterfalls, gems that glitter like stars, and fruit trees planted by the gods. Ruins of an old kingdom are there, its glory faded to time. What treasure,…
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Friday Flash 4: Warrior of the North
You walk through a dark forest, down from the mountain. Snow swirls at your feet, obscuring the path ahead, erasing your footprints behind. No name, no home, a past forgotten and gone. Only your life to lose. You are nobody, another stranger from the north.