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Welcome all to the Writer’s Carnival. We’ve got eight stories for you to read today, excellent pieces of one and all. I’d like to thank all of the authors who participated, and made this such a success. I’d especially like to mention John Wiswell, and send my best wishes to him and his family.
A brief notice before I get you to the stories. The next Writer’s Carnival will take place two weeks from today, which is the 8th of September. I will be posting the collector post for that this weekend.
The Fate of Arthur by John Wiswell
When Le Fay saw Arthur stir, she grabbed his magic scabbard and fled from the tents. One nurse pursued her, but the other two remained with the wounded king. Without their help, he was sure to–
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City of Sadness by The Four Part Land
It was the city of sadness, where men wore their hearts on their sleeves. It was the city of sadness, where bells tolled a long lament. It was the city of sadness, where mourning was in vogue.
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Festival of the Lift by Mike Robertson
None of us knew why they called it the Festival of the Lift. Word went out, be ready on this date. Settle whatever you need to settle because we’re lifting off. We didn’t really care what it meant, Jackie and me. It was a party, no question. We were ready for that.
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Running with Shadows by Yolanda Knight
The nocturnal critters were the only witness to the young woman’s trek through the dark woods. Kristin had always bragged she could find her way on the wood path blindfolded but as she stumbled through the darkness, she realized it had been a hasty boast.
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Redeem by Heather Madd
She’s always been there, not exactly sleeping, but biding time in dark spaces and watching the world march forward, with a hurried leap into the future as it shrugs away its undesirable past.
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Lonely Wanderer by The Four Part Land
I am the lonely wanderer, so distant and so strange. I am the lonely wanderer, but a passing phase. I live on the outskirts of society. I leave no memories, no sign to mark my passing. I live a life alone, a life apart. I chose it this way, once, and now that choice has become me, has enveloped me, has made me its own.
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Wells Versus Quantum by David D Sharp
Herbert checked his pocket watch again, polishing the face on his trouser leg before slipping it back into his waistcoat pocket. Behind him the fax machine blurted out a series of abrupt beeps and clicks, startling him slightly. Everything seemed to startle him here, from the hideous clothing the people insisted on draping themselves in to the waves of motorcars curdling the roads outside (surely not a sustainable method of transport in such ridiculous quantities he thought to himself).
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Life’s Surprise by The Four Part Land
Life had been fairly hard on me lately. My company had gone bankrupt, I was out of a job, and I was wondering what to do. Sitting in coffee shops firing off pleading emails to any job opening that looked remotely suitable was not working, and my funds dwindled. Sad story, I know. Just like half the people in this damn country.
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John Wiswell on 08.25.2010
It’s nice to have this running again. Hopefully a community will emerge.
The Four Part Land on 08.25.2010
That’s what I’m hoping as well. And I’m not going to go missing in Europe again until next June at the earliest.