Inka's Curse Part 4: Trapped

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…village has already been cleaned up or melted away. Before I search for Albert, I decide to take care of me. I sell the fish in a bundle for twenty coins and a coin per seashell ending up with twenty-six coins. Twenty-five will be spent on the room. I offer the last coin to the innkeeper as a tip. I cook up and devour my seaweed for lunch at the center fire before finding the armorsmith.

What might have been a mighty combatant back in the day was currently a cumbersome man. He stood in front of the armory shop…

By Cristina Collazo

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My Daddy

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…couldn’t accuse my daddy of being a physical bully for he never showed the back of his hand to any of us. He didn’t scream or throw things, barely ever raised his voice. But he was cruel in one meaningful way. His sense of humour. That man thought he was about the funniest person he knew and no one could tell him different. Now, I should explain, his sole goal in life was to make himself laugh. His was an audience of one. What other folks did was their business.

Take me for example. My mother had named my three…

By David Milburn

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Inka's Curse Part 3: Moon Valley

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…yell out overwhelming surprised. Blood and pieces of bear meat instantly flew at me. My upset stomach grumbled as I wiped myself clean.

“Eat up,” the sword said. I want to be angry at it, but it mercifully saved my life.

I clutched the sword to the bear. “Could you heat up again?” It did not. How was I meant to eat? I wasn’t planning on eating raw bear meat. Maybe I should…

By Cristina Collazo

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The Devils Hands

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This is a small piece about a boy who started a wave of bullying for my sister and I in middle school

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…was handsome, popular, loved and he held the entire school in the palm of his hand. The very hand that tipped over the first domino.

One day we were children and the next day, we weren’t. We were monsters, I shed blood defending what little of mine was left to defend but in the end we were outnumbered. We plunged our white flags into the soil and we left.

Years later I met the devil again, he was just as handsome as he had been before. His boyish good looks exchanged for a mans. As fate…

By The Ink & Salt Club

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It's The Same As It Never Was

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…they found him he was wet, shivering, naked and under three burlap blankets. His skin was riddled with insect bites, bits of leaves and indescribable things were embedded in his flesh. He had been struggling to finish what may have been a beautiful lullabye to a baby hummingbird when he had been discovered. He repeatedly uttered the following in a melodioc yet tragic and desparate yearn of passion.......'Forsake the slake of moonlit rise, for take the make of heartbreak prise, be my glory, my story my endless relentless tries....just be and be for me and mine'. ........ They covered…

By Shauna Woodbury

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The Provincial

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…flinched as I heard a thud, followed by mad fluttering. I cautiously approached the kitchen window, and peered through the murkiness outdoors. A massive black bird lay on the ground, flapping his wings, but unable to right himself. The poor thing must have lost his bearings in this weather and flew into the the large picture window. His fluttering became erratic, then slowed, and finally stopped.

The weather outside was dank and the ground covered in thick fog; not a day to spend outdoors by any means. It was, however, perfect for an evening inside with a good book and…

By Tracey Koehler

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Don't Cry for Notre Dame

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Feeling moved by Notre dame.. but the priority to fix it seems overboard.

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…cry for me I am Notre Dame, I am just a building, with all the money raised, give to the POOR, and all the REFUGEES, for I am old and the fame is not helping any one at ALL.. I once was worshipped and did stand TALL. But let the help in funds, go to all those in NEED.. Money to buy what is needed for all those to FEED.. The World is in need of Charity and HOPE.. Please I am just stone and wood, I will be able to COPE. Fame and fortune are an Illusion you SEE…

By Leah Pallaris

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Inka's Curse Part 2: A Phoenix in Winter

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…I looked up from the enchanted sword, I could see figures in the distance to my left. Four armed knights on horseback heading my way. They weren’t delighted to discover me. I guess I wouldn’t be heading back home tonight. I wanted to ignore the sword and explain myself to them but then I saw they’ve withdrawn their weapons so I run.

The overgrown forest was behind me. Most likely, I could evade them. Whoever they were would be extremely unfortunate if the shipwreck belonged to them. I couldn’t look like an innocent person wearing their armor and gripping their…

By Cristina Collazo

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Inka's Curse Part 1: Patience

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…world's unpredictable no matter at what time of day, but the most sufficient time to scavenge was when the sun was up. Genuine danger seemed to sleep during the day.

A self-defensive weapon was too expensive for me. My fishing rod couldn’t cause any damage. The best I could perform typically was to run and hide. It was a coward’s strategy, but it hasn't failed me yet. There shouldn’t be any creatures or bandits at the beach because it had snowed the day before. I could gather some fish, seaweed and a few gorgeous seashells to sell. The beach was white covered in a thin layer of snow. There were enormous rocks and large purple starfish…

By Cristina Collazo

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Through the Glass

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…me in the eyes and tell me! Tell me that you hate me and don’t want me in your life!” I pause, make my hands in to a fist, “just tell me.” Blood was dripping and glass was scattered all over. I stumble, hitting my back against the wall, tears racing down my cheeks. I take a seat on the cold tile floors, pick up a piece of the glass and star at the girl on the other side. Look deep into her eyes and whisper…

By Maddy

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