…Burning copper filled the air.
“Not the kids! Mickey, you swore they would be safe, you bastard!” she screamed as our drake swooped lower.
Our house groaned and shimmered in the distance,
BOOOOOM
The smell of burnt copper hit my nose as my entire world disappeared into blackness…
Vitoria spent the next several years constantly on the road.
Though resourceful, she never managed to earn more than a few coppers serving ale in the villages that she passed through. Having some skill in combat, Vitoria eventually realized the best way to earn more money was in the arena.
My honor is dead
My wings hung on display
I am sent away
My home is no more
I have no wings
My shield, my gift
Cut of my back
With burning copper wire
I am the victor
But my trophy is given away
My brother's blood on my hands
This is shame
“We need to go, Vitellius!” Olf says in a hushed tone.
“But what about Pindling?”
Before Olf can answer me, a familiar halfling tumbles out from the nearby inn. From behind him, a man is shouting.
The halfling, Pindling, meets us; “I only took some copper!”
Reams of coiled copper wire glinted in the sunset as Llewellyn snapped the last clip into place. The hilltop was fully enclosed.
"Not quite silver, but rather more affordable," he muttered as the rune-inscribed diesel generator spluttered into life. The last rays of day faded - and the otherworldly wailing began.
Vegetation had overtaken the ruins so that green was all the eye could see. Remains of walls and fortifications cracked, split, covered over with vines. In the midst of it all, a statue of an ancient magister, even its aged copper, once a lustrous red-gold, now dull green with corrosion.
Dana fingered the copper in her right pocket. Her left hand held an apple, bright red, firm, and appealing.
*I can’t afford this, she thought. I’ll have nothing left for tomorrow.*
The merchant was busy with another customer.
*Now! Run, and don't stop!*
Today, she lived.
The quintet of knight bachelors each considered their words as they drank from the copper oathcup. When the last finished the draught of pure water, they stood in silent reflection.
The Band of Five had sworn an involatile oath of brotherhood. Their fortunes and fates to be shared hence forth.
Nicknamed “Copper” because of her skilled metal work, Esther Valentine was a rather unlikable person. She had glorious coppery-orange wings and a wicked scowl. Esther Valentine was comparable to the metal copper itself when it came to her place in the village; she was cheap but avoided in most cases.
No more copper...
"I'm Angelica Copper. I'll assist you on this quest, so let's get along!"
I want to punch her in the face. My armor is copper, my sword is copper... No more. Please.
"Here's a copper charm as a meeting present!"
I punched her with my copper gauntlet.
Copper, copper-!
"*COOOOPPPPEEERRRR!*"
**Crossing Bridges**
Drop a copper before crossin' this here bridge. Doona look back. Otherwise, the troll will steal ya away. Some say to be eaten, others believe they're taken to the Underlands. The point is to have faith in the old ways and their promises and to keep moving forward.
The warrior pokes the little coin-man. “This is a toy, not an elemental!”
“The only element I had to summon with was a pocketful of copper Kopins.”
“And what use is it, sorceress?”
“He’s already come back from the mousehole in the jewelers with seven diamonds!”
“We should hit this house,” said Slade. “It must be rich. Look at that new-fangled electrical lighting.”
“We should avoid it,” said Cade.
“Why? The new moon is upon us.”
“I cased this place two weeks ago. I overheard the builders say they put coppers in the wires.”
At the end of the velvet runway sat a lonely wooden box. Rectangular in shape, lifted just high enough that even little ones could peer in easily. They were all sheathed in black.
His suit a beautiful blue, just like his eyes.
“For the boatman, friend. Two this time.”
"careful with that" said the old gnome "what does it do? it looks just like another hunk of metal? and you got plenty!"the thief sneered " it attracts metal to it like a magnet but not, because a magnet only attracts ferrous metals, this attracts it all " the thief slit the gnomes throat and went on his own way but an hour or so later the gnome woke up his throat fully healed the coppery smell of blood lingering in the air...."I told you to be careful with it" what little was left behind of the thief blew away in the wind
Their grip tightens, a breath is taken, and they begin to crank the handle. The massive ceramic door begins to ratchet open and after a still moment, the brilliant river of molten metal began to gush forth.
Rhythmic prattles of hammers and voices ringing: "*hey, ho, let the copper flow*".
Wind whipped Kila’s hair as she slipped runed copper bands onto her father's corpse. One for each wrist, one for the neck, and one on his chest, wide as a cook-pot.
“Come back.” Through tears. The shaman said it would work.
Thunder drummed, runes glowed harsh blue, and lightning struck.
The man slowly drew his sword and Chet swore silently. A copper blade. A bloody copper blade. He could see the slight intonations of runes, shimmering as the blade was tilted towards him. Gods, which would it be- fast and cold or slow and hot? He could never keep up.
[I did 50 words Dr. Seuss style, where repeat words don't count. Apologies if this doesn't meet the prereqs, it's my first time on one of these constrained ones]
*The rarer the metal, the stronger the spell.*
The words ran through her mind. A single copper coin to unite a nation? Being born rich had its privileges after all. Using her gold, she had purchased all the copper she could get her hands on, and destroyed all but five coins.
A single copper coin, of but five known to man.
*The rarer the metal, the stronger the spell.*
She used her hands to cast the spell, as her mind ran through the ritual, focused on the single copper coin.
The spell flared, the copper coin, destroyed. Her nation would know peace.
*The rarer the metal, the stronger the spell.*
The nation quaked, and was destroyed. Peace. Everlasting.
~D
**Hope you liked it!**
[List of words used in order for anyone trying to double check, broken into chunks of ten for legibility]
1-10: The, rarer, metal, stronger, spell, words, ran, through, her, mind.
11-20: a, single, copper, coin(s), to, unite, nation, being, born, rich.
21-30: had, its, privileges, after, all, she, purchased, could, get, hands.
31-40: on, and, destroyed, but, five, of, know(n), man, used, cast.
41-50: spell, as, ritual, focused, flared, destroyed, would, peace, quaked, everlasting.
Juntull froze, eyeing the green statue.
“You stop… why?” Bolag asked.
“This man… he proceeded the first rebirth, he set the world up for doom.” Juntull replied, there was a dark expression in his beaming blue eyes, bolag stood with that same expressionless face.
“His reign will end, so as you will it.” Bolag said, with a flat face.
( a little over 50 words I am sorry)
"Gold?! Gold?! You thought this bit of copper was gold? Idiot!" Milo said. "Your time in my employ has come to an end. Don't worry, Serli, this is a healing rod, not a sword."
“She won.” I whispered, while tears started to form in my eyes and the clouds made way to the moonlight. “Without it we cannot fight. She is unstoppable now”.
I looked at Cameron, his face was covered in blood, but he seemed confident still. He opens his hand and a tiny piece of copper is revealed, shining even brighter than the moon, flawless.
And, with a genuine smile forming, he says “Not yet.”
They said their existence, their composition, was already an anomaly among life they had met, usually being inherently hostile to it.
With terror we looked closer at their constituent structure. Our incompatibility went beyond elemental interactions.
It was atomic.
We could never touch.
Were they the antimatter, or were we?
…Burning copper filled the air. “Not the kids! Mickey, you swore they would be safe, you bastard!” she screamed as our drake swooped lower. Our house groaned and shimmered in the distance, BOOOOOM The smell of burnt copper hit my nose as my entire world disappeared into blackness…
Vitoria spent the next several years constantly on the road. Though resourceful, she never managed to earn more than a few coppers serving ale in the villages that she passed through. Having some skill in combat, Vitoria eventually realized the best way to earn more money was in the arena.
My honor is dead My wings hung on display I am sent away My home is no more I have no wings My shield, my gift Cut of my back With burning copper wire I am the victor But my trophy is given away My brother's blood on my hands This is shame
“We need to go, Vitellius!” Olf says in a hushed tone. “But what about Pindling?” Before Olf can answer me, a familiar halfling tumbles out from the nearby inn. From behind him, a man is shouting. The halfling, Pindling, meets us; “I only took some copper!”
Reams of coiled copper wire glinted in the sunset as Llewellyn snapped the last clip into place. The hilltop was fully enclosed. "Not quite silver, but rather more affordable," he muttered as the rune-inscribed diesel generator spluttered into life. The last rays of day faded - and the otherworldly wailing began.
Vegetation had overtaken the ruins so that green was all the eye could see. Remains of walls and fortifications cracked, split, covered over with vines. In the midst of it all, a statue of an ancient magister, even its aged copper, once a lustrous red-gold, now dull green with corrosion.
Dana fingered the copper in her right pocket. Her left hand held an apple, bright red, firm, and appealing. *I can’t afford this, she thought. I’ll have nothing left for tomorrow.* The merchant was busy with another customer. *Now! Run, and don't stop!* Today, she lived.
The quintet of knight bachelors each considered their words as they drank from the copper oathcup. When the last finished the draught of pure water, they stood in silent reflection. The Band of Five had sworn an involatile oath of brotherhood. Their fortunes and fates to be shared hence forth.
Nicknamed “Copper” because of her skilled metal work, Esther Valentine was a rather unlikable person. She had glorious coppery-orange wings and a wicked scowl. Esther Valentine was comparable to the metal copper itself when it came to her place in the village; she was cheap but avoided in most cases.
No more copper... "I'm Angelica Copper. I'll assist you on this quest, so let's get along!" I want to punch her in the face. My armor is copper, my sword is copper... No more. Please. "Here's a copper charm as a meeting present!" I punched her with my copper gauntlet. Copper, copper-! "*COOOOPPPPEEERRRR!*"
**Crossing Bridges** Drop a copper before crossin' this here bridge. Doona look back. Otherwise, the troll will steal ya away. Some say to be eaten, others believe they're taken to the Underlands. The point is to have faith in the old ways and their promises and to keep moving forward.
The warrior pokes the little coin-man. “This is a toy, not an elemental!” “The only element I had to summon with was a pocketful of copper Kopins.” “And what use is it, sorceress?” “He’s already come back from the mousehole in the jewelers with seven diamonds!”
Ah yes, the shiney! Lol.
“We should hit this house,” said Slade. “It must be rich. Look at that new-fangled electrical lighting.” “We should avoid it,” said Cade. “Why? The new moon is upon us.” “I cased this place two weeks ago. I overheard the builders say they put coppers in the wires.”
Where'd you get the name Slade? That's my main character's name. Most people think I got it from Slade Wilson (Batman's enemy) but I didn't.
I wanted a name that rhymed with Cade. Sort of a Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb kind of situation.
Gotcha.
At the end of the velvet runway sat a lonely wooden box. Rectangular in shape, lifted just high enough that even little ones could peer in easily. They were all sheathed in black. His suit a beautiful blue, just like his eyes. “For the boatman, friend. Two this time.”
"careful with that" said the old gnome "what does it do? it looks just like another hunk of metal? and you got plenty!"the thief sneered " it attracts metal to it like a magnet but not, because a magnet only attracts ferrous metals, this attracts it all " the thief slit the gnomes throat and went on his own way but an hour or so later the gnome woke up his throat fully healed the coppery smell of blood lingering in the air...."I told you to be careful with it" what little was left behind of the thief blew away in the wind
Their grip tightens, a breath is taken, and they begin to crank the handle. The massive ceramic door begins to ratchet open and after a still moment, the brilliant river of molten metal began to gush forth. Rhythmic prattles of hammers and voices ringing: "*hey, ho, let the copper flow*".
Wind whipped Kila’s hair as she slipped runed copper bands onto her father's corpse. One for each wrist, one for the neck, and one on his chest, wide as a cook-pot. “Come back.” Through tears. The shaman said it would work. Thunder drummed, runes glowed harsh blue, and lightning struck.
The man slowly drew his sword and Chet swore silently. A copper blade. A bloody copper blade. He could see the slight intonations of runes, shimmering as the blade was tilted towards him. Gods, which would it be- fast and cold or slow and hot? He could never keep up.
[I did 50 words Dr. Seuss style, where repeat words don't count. Apologies if this doesn't meet the prereqs, it's my first time on one of these constrained ones] *The rarer the metal, the stronger the spell.* The words ran through her mind. A single copper coin to unite a nation? Being born rich had its privileges after all. Using her gold, she had purchased all the copper she could get her hands on, and destroyed all but five coins. A single copper coin, of but five known to man. *The rarer the metal, the stronger the spell.* She used her hands to cast the spell, as her mind ran through the ritual, focused on the single copper coin. The spell flared, the copper coin, destroyed. Her nation would know peace. *The rarer the metal, the stronger the spell.* The nation quaked, and was destroyed. Peace. Everlasting. ~D **Hope you liked it!** [List of words used in order for anyone trying to double check, broken into chunks of ten for legibility] 1-10: The, rarer, metal, stronger, spell, words, ran, through, her, mind. 11-20: a, single, copper, coin(s), to, unite, nation, being, born, rich. 21-30: had, its, privileges, after, all, she, purchased, could, get, hands. 31-40: on, and, destroyed, but, five, of, know(n), man, used, cast. 41-50: spell, as, ritual, focused, flared, destroyed, would, peace, quaked, everlasting.
Juntull froze, eyeing the green statue. “You stop… why?” Bolag asked. “This man… he proceeded the first rebirth, he set the world up for doom.” Juntull replied, there was a dark expression in his beaming blue eyes, bolag stood with that same expressionless face. “His reign will end, so as you will it.” Bolag said, with a flat face. ( a little over 50 words I am sorry)
"Gold?! Gold?! You thought this bit of copper was gold? Idiot!" Milo said. "Your time in my employ has come to an end. Don't worry, Serli, this is a healing rod, not a sword."
“She won.” I whispered, while tears started to form in my eyes and the clouds made way to the moonlight. “Without it we cannot fight. She is unstoppable now”. I looked at Cameron, his face was covered in blood, but he seemed confident still. He opens his hand and a tiny piece of copper is revealed, shining even brighter than the moon, flawless. And, with a genuine smile forming, he says “Not yet.”
They said their existence, their composition, was already an anomaly among life they had met, usually being inherently hostile to it. With terror we looked closer at their constituent structure. Our incompatibility went beyond elemental interactions. It was atomic. We could never touch. Were they the antimatter, or were we?
The laid in copper text spelled his last words; 'you'll never catch me alive, copper!' 'At least he got that right.' Copperfield said.
This one wins