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Emergency Escape Enchantment

Being a mercenary for hire was always an interesting job. The work took you to many strange and facinating places. Unfortunately, it also took you some very dark and unwelcome places.

Such as the inescapable, direbadger filled canyon swordsman Flint Ironstag and his mage partner Haruka Ariadust had found themselves trapped in.

It had started like a routine quest, some old fart requesting they check out an old temple, find the treasure within, and bring it back to the starving villiage so the townsfolk could buy some food. Pretty simple really.

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Average: 4.2 (5 votes)

Darker Secret, A

The noises of the crypt were starting to get to her, all the hissing echoing around, driving her mad. She’d been walking down here for hours in her now dusty, bloodied and torn leather armour. She’d even gone through several torches. Reihana Solus wasn’t happy about this.

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Average: 4 (4 votes)

Rain Delivery

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The air was still and hot in Itaza village, among the handful of trees where the mountain ended and the desert began. The solstice was more than a month away, but for Itaza, summer was making an early start, the same as every year. The few, brief early spring showers were over, and the last of the snowmelt had already trickled through. 

 

The sun was high. It was time for everyone to rest somewhere out of the sun until the worst of the heat passed, but no one was resting today. The first rain delivery of the season was due any time, and the village wasn't prepared.

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Average: 3.8 (8 votes)

Chain Reaction (Extended)

Irina was only halfway through a mug of mead when Cerys ran into the inn and to Irina's side.

Irina sighed. "What did you do?"

"Nothing!"

Irina gave her a sharp look. "I told you I don't want to draw attention while we're travelling."

"No, really!" Cerys said. "I was just looking around the outpost and some men yelled at me!"

"Why are you worried? You're indestructible."

"They're scary! Oh no, here they come!"

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Average: 3.8 (13 votes)

Last Night Alone, The

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The Last Night Alone

by ~captainstupids

The Last Night Alone

Warning: This story is of a graphic and sexual nature.  It contains violence and blood.  Side effects may include lava.  Talk to your doctor and see if Story is right for you.

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Average: 3.8 (8 votes)

Pawns

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Once upon a time, there lived a wicked sorceress named Morgana, who lived in an eerie castle in a distant land. She was a tall, slender woman whose face was radiant and beautiful that it is said that no man could take his eyes off her. Her hair long and dark black like the night, and her eyes were cold as ice. She wore a long dress with a red belt. This was always her favorite dress, even on days when she would make the people of a little town run in terror. Morgan was always mean to the people. She would make them slaves and terrorize them. She would make them do her biddings.

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Average: 2.7 (6 votes)

Poor Choice of Words, A

“Superior Lace Underwire, this is Suzie.”

“Hello, I’m trying to procure some unmentionables for my wife, but I’m not even sure if it’s feasible given her unusual requirements. I’m wondering if you could help.”

“Custom lingerie is our specialty.”

“Excellent. By the way, I’ve always thought the name was devilishly clever.”

“To be honest, I never cared for it. Over the top if you ask me.”

“Shouldn’t that be under?”

“You’re pretty clever yourself.”

“I can’t help it, it runs in the family.”

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Average: 4 (14 votes)

Resolutions

Pffffft. The genie arrived without fuss and smoke.

“Cool. Do I get three wishes?”

He checked his outfit.

“Wrinkle-free folding my ass.”

“Excuse me, but I just let you out. Do I get three wishes or not?”

“What? Oh, yeah. Thanks. Fire away.”

“I want you to help me with my new years resolutions.

“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I already told you.”

“You’re allowed to think about these things, map out possible consequences, make sure I’m not going to give you a Twilight Zone ending.”

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Average: 3.2 (12 votes)

Proof

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“Santa Claus is real, and I’ll prove it!” Robin said. She had just finished rigging a net over the fire place and was carefully setting more traps around the Christmas tree.

“Let it go,” Jenna sighed, rolling her eyes. “Santa’s a myth.”

“And if he is real, then he’s far too clever for you to ever catch him,” Sadie smirked.

“Don’t encourage her!” Jenna scolded, poking her housemate. Jenna was astounded that Robin, an otherwise brilliant and rational person, still believed in Santa Claus.

“Why not? It’s fun.”

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Average: 4.2 (13 votes)

Stuff of Legend, The

Shelia cocked an eyebrow. “So you’re going as Marilyn Monroe?”

“No,” Skye replied resolutely, looking away from the mirror. “I’ll be wearing a blood-stained scarf around my neck.”

“Right,” said her roommate. “I don’t get it.”

“Car crash. The urban legend says she was decapitated,” sighed Skye, returning to the mirror. “It’s not true, but that doesn’t matter anymore – all anybody remembers is the myth. Like the Richard Gere gerbil thing.”

“Skye, you’re going as a blonde in vintage clothes. All anybody remembers is Marilyn Monroe.”

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Average: 3.6 (10 votes)
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