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Everyday Drabbles #224: The Youngling

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“This was your father’s Plasma Sword. He wanted you to become a Space Cavalier, like he was. But your Uncle thought it was too dangerous.” The old man gave the boy the weapon, and with a push of a button, the blade was sheathed in crackling energy. He swung the it a few times, experimentally.
“Well, lets get started,” the old man said, readying his own weapon. “We’ll start with some light sparring.”
“What, with live blades?”
“Of course. That is the way of our order.”
“How did my father really die?” The boy asked.
“Training accident,” the hermit said.

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Everyday Drabbles #223: Hot Spring

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During the off-season, the rangers snowmobiled out to the hot springs on the edge of the park. The sulfurous waters were over two hundred degrees, so they stood on the empty viewing platform and enjoyed the warm air rising from the water.
Daryl tossed a pine cone and watched the superheated, acidic water disintegrate it.
“They’re cutting our budget again,” his boss said, staring down at the water, not making eye contact. “I’m sorry. When we get back, I’ll do the former paperwork.”
Daryl looked at the icy slope leading down to the scalding water, and made a decision.

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Podcast – Everyday Drabbles Audio #8: Patrol

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Today’s story is Patrol.
Written, read, and produced by Hugh J. O’Donnell.
This episode’s music is “City,” Dark Fantasy Studio, composed and produced by Nicolas Jeudy.

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Everyday Drabbles #222: Two Sides of a Wall

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The thief watched the palace carefully from his perch on the rooftop. He’d been there for days, memorizing the changes of the guard, who went in, and who came out.
The Emperor’s wealth was legendary, and when he wasn’t planning, the rogue daydreamed of the fantastic riches he would find locked away inside.
Inside the palace, the third prince looked out at the city from his balcony, a world he’d always been denied. He was everything a younger son was supposed to be, intelligent, strong, handsome and witty, but he felt trapped.
It was their chance meeting that changed everything.

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Everyday Drabbles #221

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The call rang out across the kingdom.
The dragons, in their airy lairs high in the border mountains heard the news first, and spread it like fire breath throughout the land.
They told the wolf-riders in the Cursed Forest, who spread the word to the Undervillages and the Mire Mines.
They told the knights on the Dire Road, who cried the news from Blightshire to Spikesborogh.
They told the creature in the Black Lake, who gossiped from Lurkington to the very gates of the Towering Fortress.
The Legendary Hero was dead. The people of the Dark Kingdom were safe.

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Everyday Drabbles #220: Sailors and Storms

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“What did the sage say we were sailing into?” The first mate asked.
“A Temporal Storm, whatever that is,” The pilot replied. The wooden ship creaked and groaned against the waves. “Alls I know is if it is a storm, the wind should’ve picked up by now.”
“He said it wasn’t a rainstorm, but a something about time.”
“Like, it’ll be lunchtime before breakfast?” The pilot checked the position of the sun with his instruments and frowned. “That’ll make navigation difficult.”
“I think it’s a bit bigger than that,” The first mate said, as they sailed past the giant robot.

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Everyday Drabbles #219: Morning Walk

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Duncan pulled on the end of the leash, just sharply enough to get Mittens’ attention. They had places to be, and if he let her, she’d spend hours sniffing at everything they came across.
The breeder, who had seemed a bit unusual, warned him that this breed had a particularly acute sense of smell, and was easily distracted.
Mittens scented a squirrel, and he pulled hard on the leash. She practically outweighed him, and most days, this contest was an even struggle. She swerved back and wound affectionately around his legs.
She was still best flying shark he’d ever owned.

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