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Justin Deming's avatar

The Way of the World, fiction

“Oars up!” our captain bellows. The shoreline looms.

“First excursion, lad?” Skelgar asks. He has three teeth.

I’m silent.

He laughs. Spits. “Pillage and burn, boy. It’s all we’ve got left.”

Our feet hit the sand. I hesitate, sword drawn.

This can’t be the way of the world…can it?

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Scott MacLeod's avatar

Past Tents/Fiction

The weary campers hunkered down in the night’s canvas shelter. Heard the nearby wildlife. Peered through their flap at the illuminating moon glow. Or was it the kitchen light? “Ma! When will the popcorn be ready?” We might throw a spare kernel to the backyard squirrels if feeling especially bold.

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