SMASH! Blurb Competition Winner 2015
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smashconThe winner of the 2015 Blurb Competition is truth2teatold with their entry "mahou shoujo mokushiroku".
mahou shoujo mokushiroku
The girl who descended before them, with the grace of a feather drifting down from the sky, was everything from Skadi’s girlhood imagination. Her hair was a cloud of lavender fairy floss, where a crimson bow was pinned, and her dress a froth of red and saffron, with a wide billowing skirt and winged sleeves.
“Your city,” she said, her voice like a chiming bell, “is so lovely. And so unfortunate.”
Cyrus raised his arm, the one with the sickle blade lashed to it.
“Thanks,” he deadpanned, “so stop attacking it.”
“Caedite eos. Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius,” she continued. Her smile never faltered.
She raised her white gloved hand. Nestled in her palm was a glowing fire, and it was pointed at them.
Cyrus readied his blade.
Skadi picked up her mallet.
Together, they charged.
This is the way the world ends: not with a bang, a whimper, a zombie apocalypse, or even fire and brimstone, but in a shower of moonbeams, stardust and glitter.
Heaven-sent magical girls, warriors of justice, have descended to the world.
And have found it wanting.
And are here to cleanse it, to bring about a new world order.
To Skadi and Cyrus, that’s fine. Let them try.
But between the two of them, they have a sickle and a mallet, a god of their own at their back, and an iron will forged by fire and time, with no fear of magical girls of legend or the apocalypse they threaten to bring.
Thanks to everyone who entered. I hope you consider joining in more of the SMASH! writing challenges and competitions next year.
mahou shoujo mokushiroku
The girl who descended before them, with the grace of a feather drifting down from the sky, was everything from Skadi’s girlhood imagination. Her hair was a cloud of lavender fairy floss, where a crimson bow was pinned, and her dress a froth of red and saffron, with a wide billowing skirt and winged sleeves.
“Your city,” she said, her voice like a chiming bell, “is so lovely. And so unfortunate.”
Cyrus raised his arm, the one with the sickle blade lashed to it.
“Thanks,” he deadpanned, “so stop attacking it.”
“Caedite eos. Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius,” she continued. Her smile never faltered.
She raised her white gloved hand. Nestled in her palm was a glowing fire, and it was pointed at them.
Cyrus readied his blade.
Skadi picked up her mallet.
Together, they charged.
This is the way the world ends: not with a bang, a whimper, a zombie apocalypse, or even fire and brimstone, but in a shower of moonbeams, stardust and glitter.
Heaven-sent magical girls, warriors of justice, have descended to the world.
And have found it wanting.
And are here to cleanse it, to bring about a new world order.
To Skadi and Cyrus, that’s fine. Let them try.
But between the two of them, they have a sickle and a mallet, a god of their own at their back, and an iron will forged by fire and time, with no fear of magical girls of legend or the apocalypse they threaten to bring.
Thanks to everyone who entered. I hope you consider joining in more of the SMASH! writing challenges and competitions next year.
