Pinwheel
Jared Rosen
Bel’Veth releases her grip, and Kai’Sa rockets into the false sky above Bel’Veth’s alien sea. The twinned city of lavender glitters below, its windows slick with bioluminescence and tumbling, unformed, awful things.
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Remember Me
Dana Luery Shaw
Even when she died, when her bones were picked clean by the sky, this ring would remain, a token of the love they shared.
Through Karma, their love would outlast lifetimes.
The Harder Path
Lillian Herington
You have nothing to fear from me, cousin.”
She thrust the war-axe back into the woman’s hands, and the tension in the air broke.
The Curator's Gambit
Matt Dunn
Januk fired his pistols. It was magic versus lead shot.
Surprise! Magic won. Magic always wins.
The dull metal slugs burned white-hot in the face of my blast, and winked into silvery vapor on the other side.
Greed and Tears
The young man looked down at his arm in horror; his hand was shriveling, turning black and withered. The wasting touch then began to climb up his arm.
“He turned and ran. In his shock and haste, he dropped his lantern.
Whom Does the Desert Know?
L J Goulding
It spreads. It devours. Its merest touch is death. A thousand deaths—a thousand, times a thousand, times a thousand. 
You Are the Weapon
David Slagle
To use this weapon, he would do the same—but his reach would be much greater. A simple thrust would unleash its power, his skill and her magic converging.
Firing the cannon’s black orbs toward a floating rock that was suspended by the Targon’s heavenly magic, Gravitum’s power slowly drew the island down.
Thorns of the Black Rose
L J Goulding
To his credit, he still has his wits about him, enough to reach for his dagger when a robed figure emerges from the gloom.
…I pass both of us, coming in the other direction. I look tired.
No matter.
Vayne
After tumbling to the bottom of a jagged, crystalline pit, Vayne stared up to see a ravenous ice troll, lips smacking with anticipation as he gazed upon his catch.
His gigantic blue tongue fell limp as a spear whistled through the air, pierced the troll’s skull and planted itself deep in his brain.
Art is Life
Graham McNeill
“He’s sitting for a portrait, so I suppose I shall have to,” she’d answered, pointing to the darkened sky. “We’ll need to discuss what manner of painting he wants, especially since I won’t have natural light.”
Shield of Remembrance
Anthony Reynolds
She’d just set herself up at the top of it, her back against a concealing rock, when she heard the first of the outsiders begin his ascent. 
The Spirit of Copperwood Glade
Jared Rosen
“Ah,” said the spirit, “it has been many years since thy ancestor lent me his aid. Forgive me, for time does not pass for us as it does for thee, and often I confuse the mortal tongues.
The Eyes and the Embers
Conor Sheehy
"Would you tell me what happened?" he asked, soft as a leaf.
Amoline pursed her lips.
"Show me where you're going," she demanded, ignoring his question and toeing the dirt map instead.