McCormack (Australia) published:
PROMPT: Fantasy Writing Competition
Icarus’ fingers were shaking. Whether it was because of the intense cold, or the weight of the lightning pistol in his left hand, he couldn’t tell. Vomit was rising in his throat and he fought to keep it down, taking deep shaky breathes and closing his eyes. Twelve stories down, Drastonbul was buzzing with the usual creatures, drunk on outlawed coral mixes and stumbling through the birds and bees. The century was coming to an end and the biggest parties...
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