The flower grew in the heart of an abandoned temple. He swore he would bring it to her as a token of his love. He fought his way through the ruins until he came upon the nave. A shaft of warm sunlight spilled through a broken window, illuminating an overgrown altar where a single white blossom grew. He carefully plucked it and brought it back for his lady. She sniffed it delicately, and bade him sit while she made him tea. In the kitchen, she poured the last of the old poison into the pot, glad to have fresh ingredients.
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He stands on the shore and watches the island. One of the planet’s moons rises against it, and in that instant, holographic projectors spring to life, and there she is, a giant limned in the moonlight. She is regal and ethereal, a goddess presiding over a bountiful and lush paradise. He crosses his arms and doesn’t say anything, waiting for the spectacle she called him for to begin. “It’s not working out, John. Sorry.” The dronaratzi cameras circle him like flies, and he remains stoic. He’ll call his people, and they’ll spin this. He never should have dated an actress.
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For thousands of years, the Elves lived in the Blessed Forests, and the Orcs were contained to the Blasted Wastes, saving the Free Peoples of the world from their evil. The Wise said that they were always plotting to escape, to conquer the bright, sunlit lands and enslave the fair and peaceful people that lived there. They maintained their armies against such aggression and kept tight borders to keep their people safe. But one day, a merchant arrived in the Blessed Forest bearing wonders from the thriving Orcish States. The Wise had him put to death, but the secret spread.
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Georgiana wasn’t merely a purebred dog, but the result of decades of genetic engineering. She was friendly, brave, and highly intelligent. She didn’t have the health problems of dogs her size, and obviously, she was adorable. She took the internet by storm. But the trouble started soon after she was gestated. She was the work of thousands of scientists working for dozens of companies, and each entity felt they should have sole ownership of the research. The lawsuits would’ve lasted beyond the dog’s natural lifespan. But nobody expected Georgiana, with the help of a soundboard, to retain her own counsel.
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In tonight’s episode, Domon has a genuine emotion, Master Asia has superpowers, and the Death Army has pink eye. Plus, Domon and Master Asia have the best secret handshake, and do you know what time it is in the space colonies?
Everywhere she looked, she saw skulls. They were carved into the tops of the bulkheads, sewn into the flags that lined the ship corridors, and of course, sewn into all her regalia. They were even worked heavily into the swarm of security and tutor drones that trailed her like goldfish dung. The Skull was the symbol of their house, and synonymous with their motto: ‘We are as inescapable as death.’ But as the ship reached another distant planet, she wondered if that were really true. She began memorizing schedules and shuttle codes, dreaming of the day she could wear flowers.
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The alchemist looked over the contract. “And I will have perfect knowledge?” The devil smiled. “Over absolutely everything. You’ll know how it all works.” He signed the parchment and screamed as the information appeared in his mind. It felt like a terrible migraine and plunging into icy rapids at the same time. He combed through his new knowledge as though picking through a looted library. “Light is a particle. And a wave?” “Indeed.” “And humors…” “Utter fantasy.” “I can’t share any of this. They’ll burn me alive.” “Humanity will catch up. You just have to wait a few thousand years.”
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From his hiding spot by the stairwell, Keith watched the two fairies exit the elevator. “Are you just going to hover like that?” Buttercup asked. “Someone will see you.” Anise snorted. Her unicorn face didn’t look like a mask. “I am not touching that carpet, even through shoes.” “Fine, let’s get this over with. This realm makes my wings itch.” The tiny fairy pressed her whole weight against a door buzzer. The door opened, and the pair went inside. “Hey, kids! How you boys doing?” Anise asked before the door closed. The next day, the apartment they visited had vanished.
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It was meant as a gesture of peace between the giants and the humans: a grand beanstalk to serve as a path between two worlds. But the giants built their cities out of magic and cloud stuff. Terrestrial architecture was never their concern. The seeds were planted in a castle courtyard without concern for what their magic would do to stone. The first beanstalks were gifts from a long-forgotten ally, and the giants didn’t truly understand them. So they were as surprised as anyone when roots went wild, cracking walls and knocking down towers in search of soil and water.
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It was the first snowfall of the season. The druid sat on his cairn and meditated, attempting to augur the coming season.Sometimes first snows were weak, with wet flakes that melted into rain before they’d even touched the earth. Other times they were carried on fierce blizzard winds that tore through the valley like a dragon. This snowfall was neither destructive nor hesitant, and the dancing white drifts promised a good winter: A time to rest without fear.The druid stood, mindful of the ice-slick rocks, and headed to the village to spread the news before a warm fire.
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