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Short and Sweet

Short and Sweet

The day this goes live, my little brother will have just finished saying his vows. I will be fresh back from a whirlwind trip to the states (probably and hopefully deeply asleep). I’m sure it was a lovely wedding (though I’m writing in this in the past, so I don’t yet have details). In any …

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Nightmare

Nightmare

A sea of tall grass swayed in the stiff breeze. Colored blossoms bobbed and danced between the stalks, bright splotches of color like dots of paint still wet from the artists’ brush. Sunlight filled a sky empty of clouds and bluer than she’d ever seen. On the corner of her vision, Domerin Lorcasf stooped to …

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In Dreams

In Dreams

They came to her in dreams. Names and voices, images and events. Without context, they flooded the quiet hours of the night, leaving her to sort through them in the morning. To find meaning and act upon it. Just last night, a young man with hazy features attending her court spoke the title ‘mother’ in …

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A Book Infested with Ghosts

A Book Infested with Ghosts

We’ve done this prompt a little differently. My writing partner wrote the first half of the story and I have written the end. You can find the beginning here. … It had been a long time since she saw her familiar disturbed. A book of bound and tortured spirits delivered by a beleaguered king would …

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Getting Dressed

Getting Dressed

This is what it looks like when a princess rebels. Every dress I own was strewn across my bed, a tangle of silk and sequence. The high-necked navy and turquoise dress with the peacock feather train. The form-fitting emerald dress with silver ivy brocade. There were splashes of ruby silk and velvet black dotted with …

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I Have a Girl’s Courage

I Have a Girl’s Courage

The terms of this prompt were somewhat more interesting than normal. The instructions are to choose a book. Turn to page 51. The first sentence of the last paragraph becomes the beginning of your scene. My sentence comes from Living Your Yoga by Judith Hanson Lasater, and reads: “I have a girl’s courage.” I have …

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Colours

Colours

Blood dripped from the edge of his blade, bright scarlet against the steel. It filled his nostrils with an acrid tang, his mouth with the taste of iron. It oozed, hot and sticky, from the wound in his forehead, long but shallow. Kneeling, he wiped the blade clean on the shirt of one of the …

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