If a word had to be found to sum up Bryant West, he himself would opt for “ironic,” and he’d be right! The man was irony personified.
He read the invitation his wife had left on the huge cherry-oak desk in what he called “the lion’s den,” and twisted his mouth into his usual grimace. “Spring has sprung!” he read aloud. “Welcome to our annual Gala Event to be held again this year at the Regal Palms. Let’s see if we can exceed last year’s financial contribution to St. Dominic’s Orphanage and bring smiles to the faces of those children!”
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 105 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 105
by vince kamp
Sheridan shook his wrist free from his double cuffed shirt sleeve and checked his Patek Philippe wrist watch. He couldn’t help taking a moment to admire the sweep of the second hand, in spite of his twisting and writhing stomach. A bead of sweat rolled off his nose and splashed against the sapphire crystal, magnifying the roman numerals in the meniscus.
As the lift doors rumbled open, he finally let his breath whistle through his teeth. He rubbed his eyes hard with the heel of his hand, then stared down the hallway in front of him. His eyes followed the soft yellow glow of the art deco wall lamps, reflecting in the perfectly polished marble floor, toward the doorway at the end of the hall.
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 50 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 49
BE THIS TALE'S TOP
and see your name on this scroll
Janet Lloyd Weber
1959 E. Wheatridge
Category: Novel / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 6 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 4
by Adam Bourke
The young woman quickly summoned a wind to protect herself from the falling hail. As the wind formed a protective barrier around her, she signalled to her accomplice in their secret language. He made a subtle gesture in reply, before soaking the assailant with a torrential downpour from behind. The opponent lost concentration and her hail subsided. The young woman looked up and saw the final adversary approaching, she signalled again, to warn her friend, and then sent forth an electrical storm. Her opponent cried out as the Storm entombed him in a cage of electricity. Triumphant, the pair dissipated their magic and left the training room. Their eight bedraggled opponents followed them, defeated.
It was summer, and the trees were in bloom. The particular oak that the two were sat near was the same one they had devised the secret language under. It was their language; they had designed it years ago, back near the beginning of their learning. The training pairs were always the same, and the language was how they kept winning in the academy training rooms. None of the other students knew about it, or had one of their own. It was definitely an advantage. But it would soon be left fallow. When they finished their lives as students in a couple of weeks, their use of magic would be severely restricted. They would never work as battle partners again.
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 32 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 27
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