100 Word Challenges Aplenty

She ran through the crisp, cutting cold of the morning, leaping over exposed root and crashing through low-hanging branches without caution as Byely’Volk sprinted to the woods’ central clearing to catch the first rays of the rising sun. The chitter of the fallow-kin and the caww-ing of the blackwings filled her ears when she slowed to a trot, “Qaranliq! Jelen!”

In turn, the largest of the quadrupeds and the most regal flyer moved to greet their canine counterpart. “You almost missed the dawn again, hunter,” quipped the stag.

“And risk ill favor in the coming season’s hunt? Not a chance.”

 

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“You’re burning the steak again, bro!” Lance called down from the second story balcony, cranium still trying to navigate its way out of his shirt.

“Shows what you know! A little char brings flavor to an otherwise dull slab of meat!” Bryan retorted, before lithe fingers crossed over his, and promptly snatched the tongs away.

“You’re both idiots, all you need is some salt and dashi,” Yukari smirked, planting her violet lips on Bryan’s neck while turning the main course from burning to salvageable. “Must I teach you everything, soldier?”

The grilling dunce barked a laugh, “Only if you beat me at push-ups.”

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Mission Log: It’s now Day 31 since we were shot down here. We’ve finally got the base camp running normally during daylight hours, but we still can’t make enough room though all these damned trees to get the walkers out.

They came again last night…we still can’t get good looks at them, but that shriek echoes for ages thanks to all the forest. How those …those demons move so fast…it’s like they aren’t even there. They don’t even disturb the leaves when the come.

 

I can only pray that everyone they take…dies quickly.

 

-Capt. Deltran, Ravage Squadron

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For the third night in a row, his own hovered over the paper like a wayward soul blocked from heaven. He could see the words writing themselves on the paper, he could feel their voice etched on his heart, a spell barely restrained by the chains of his mind. A curse collapsing in on itself like a dying star.

 

He could see it….yet they wouldn’t come. Every single time, they defied him.

 

Tonight, he couldn’t take the tease anymore, slamming his fists down on his desk and sweeping it clean, ink well shattering on the stones at his feet. 

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By all accounts, the man in the white hat was no one, just a stranger soaked by the Dublin rain and waiting by the streetlight. It just so happened that the man was soon joined by a second, sporting a crimson fedora.

“Project GOLDEN?” Asked the first man, never looking at his company.

“Compromised, I’m afraid. The little puss-bucket back at Site C failed to defend the safe when the Yanks came,” replied the red hat, adjusting his tie.

The white-capped man shook his head. “Have Arley jerk his fingernails off, that should remind our employees how much failure costs.”

 

By all accounts, the man in the white hat was no one, just a stranger soaked by the Dublin rain and waiting by the streetlight. It just so happened that the man was soon joined by a second, sporting a crimson fedora.

 

“Project GOLDEN?” Asked the first man, never looking at his company.

 

“Compromised, I’m afraid. The little puss-bucket back at Site C failed to defend the safe when the Yanks came,” replied the red hat, adjusting his tie. “Apparently Vashalov was asleep at his post when the alarm went up.”

 

The white-capped man shook his head. “Have Arley jerk his fingernails off, that should remind our employees how much failure costs.”

 

“What of the remains of GOLDEN?”

 

Pulling the brim of his ivory hat down at his brow, Casper stepped away from his company and back into the night. “Let those pigs keep it. We’ll use it as a false-flag for PLATINUM.”

 

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The temple’s entrance wasn’t so much a door as it was a crevice dug into the earth by time. Tolomir stepped quietly over jagged stone, which quickly blocked his Divine’s light, forcing him to rely on her blessings to tread. It wasn’t long before the cultist chants of the devout reached him, and the paladin saw the gathering of men and beast around their idol to Gaius-grel Grethxathur. All packed in an intimately close gathering.

“Silena, blessed Lady of Light, focus your will through me as your Lance” he whispered, extending his palm at the rock face above the crowd.

 


A smattering of 100 Word Challenges held through the Facebook “Team Writer” page earlier this year. Because why stick to ground I’ve already tread? Let’s explore different arenas!

I hope you all enjoy.

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