Stories
Talecraft Storytelling Contest
October 26, 2008
"A Day at the Park"
Jose Renato Evangelista
Miranda doesn’t understand what has just occurred. She stands there dumbfounded, cradling a bundle of cloth in her arms. She takes a breath and tries to put her thoughts into order.
It was a beautiful day. Not to be cliché, but the sun was shining and the birds were singing and everything in the world seemed like it was in its right place. So Miranda went to the park, as one does on a beautiful day like this.
She skipped merrily to the park’s center, where a charming stone fountain had been erected so that people may enjoy beautiful days while sitting down on a bench and take pleasure in the tranquil sound of flowing water. There was but one person there to sitting at the fountain that day, however: a tired-looking woman, gently rocking an infant in her arms.
“OHMIGODITSSOCUTECANIHOLDHIMPRETTYPLEASE?” Miranda, loud and giggly, exclaimed to the woman.
“Go right ahead.” Replied the woman; a glint of something in her eyes.
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"Reflection of True Feelings"
Mark Poa
Their first meeting was marked by the sound of steel against steel as the surf crashed into the beach. The young girl cursed as she grabbed her wrist and saw her knife lying in the sand well out of her reach. The yellow-skinned man, her target turned captor, pointed a thin sword at her chest. “What do you want?” he asked in her tongue. “Why did you attack me?”
His use of her language surprised her, but her anger gave her a strong voice. “Divine retribution, yellow devil! Blood for blood!”
He studied her suspiciously and carefully. Her tribal markings gave her away as a villager from one he visited a week ago. Without removing his gaze and his sword from her, he picked up the knife she had dropped and handed it to her. She hesitated before taking the knife…
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"The Visitor"
Gerese Axalan
I anticipate the break of light that each morning brings. Because it is the only time of day that I am entitled to be near her, to have my hungry eyes cast upon her winsome face, her delicately closed eyelids, her mouth that lingered a trace of a peaceful smile.
Up in a lone tower, she lay in deep slumber, her hands entwined over her abdomen. A stoic princess unmoving, immobile, I often wonder if in her sweetest of dreams, I would be there.
There are times when I am most desperate to touch her, to have her warmth envelope my cold and desolate soul.
Then I stop.
The chains that imprison my legs rattle and hold me into place, reminding me that I am never worthy of her…
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"Of Equines and Evil "
John Batalla
"HE'S HERE!"
I looked around madly, desperate to find him, but only found the dark of night and shadows of trees. All around me, the men searched vigorously, soldiers ruffling past bushes, the natives gripping their bolos and torches as they raced past undergrowth.
"Where?!" cried Captain Guererro, lifting his lantern high. Guererro looked awfully tense. I could understand. When what you disbelieve turns out to be grim reality, you tend to break down.
"HE'S NEAR THE ORCHARD! DON LUCIO'S ORCHARD!" called the searcher in the distance. His bellowing awakened the entire forest, and unnerved birds scattered in the moonlit sky.
Equally perturbed by the noise, I took the captain aside. This was the moment we had been waiting for, the hour of vengeance…the moment of truth. "Captain, you remember what I have told you?"
Guererro wiped the sweat off his face as he nodded, panting. He drew a flintlock pistol from his holster and loaded it, the mechanisms clicking formidably. "This isn't a man we're dealing with," he affirmed. "It's the Devil."
"The Tesseract "
Dominique Cimafranca
Like an eternal monument, the ancient grandfather clock stood unmoving, its hands forever fixed at a half past one. The brass pendulum hung a few degrees off apogee, but neither rose nor fell. Remnants of the glass window, smeared with blood, were as jagged teeth of the broken case. From one of the jutting splinters a fresh crimson dollop threatened to fall, yet clung stubbornly to the wood.
Desmond regarded the unmoving scene, bemused by the irony. Time was all he had now. Well, time and his own sardonic self. Nothing more to do, then, but dwell on the sins that had brought him thus.
Even now, Desmond's thoughts flew back to the diamond. Yes, the diamond, that which called out to him with its irresistible siren song, seducing him with its window to infinity.
That the diamond was of alien origin, there was no doubt. By the scientists' estimations, it was immeasurably old. These were the quaint oddities that had piqued his curiosity that night he attended the function at the Singh-Meyer Space Institute. Little did he know that it would become his deadly obsession.
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"The Girl with Diamond Eyes "
John Santy Calalay
On a night suitable for warm rest and quiet beds, the little girl said, "Grandmother, I cannot go to sleep." Grandmother listened and left Grandfather.
"Still sad over Old Henry Cat?"
The little girl nodded.
"Let me tell you a simple story."
"Where does this happen?"
"In a cottage, in a forest, where a grandmother and her granddaughter lives, as where all simple stories begin."
"Let me try it on grandmother," peeped the little girl.
"Are you really eager for such a responsibility?"
The little girl covered her mouth with eager hands.
"Let us discover. You must do something for me. Go to the Discovery Woods and retrieve the Piper's pipe. He has been stealing my kittens who cannot resist the musical sound."
So eager was she that the diamond's luster was caught in her eyes. She had always admired her grandmother's diamonds.
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