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"The baby princess killed Thom." Brent paced in front of the bar in the otherwise empty main room of the tavern. The solid thump of his boot heels on the floor reminded him of Tarfeather's hooves

Another week, another seven days of law school kicking me in the ass. My previous suggestion that I was getting the hang of it was premature. Still, I have another chapter for y'all! As always, upvotes

Well, the day is finally here. I've finally done it. After more than a year on here... I'VE REACHED 1000 FOLLOWERS! Okay, I grant that it's not the most Earth-shattering news ever to be transmitted to

Even in the hardest times, when we have to make the hardest decisions, I love you. Chloe's one wish was to serve others to the best of her ability. Carter Berkley grew up with Chloe. They were best friends.

Part 6 In the kitchen, Saoirse found some of her men supping soup and making mirth near the fire. A chorus of m'lady's erupted between slurps. One man burped. Gavenleigh was spooning bog butter onto his

source Hope you enjoy this addition to the Freewriting series, feel free to do freewriting yourself! "This is the last time I say this Jon! NO MORE SUGAR!" as I take the Hershey bar from his

I haven’t posted lately about the Fiction Workshop at the PALnet MSP Discord. We’ve been busy! MSP (the MinnowSupport Project) has grown by leaps and bounds, becoming a staple for new Steemit users hoping

Another week, another seven days of law school kicking me in the behind hard. However, I think I've got the hang of it now. So, without further ado, here's another chapter! As always, upvotes and comments

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Eudora again wandered in mists, but these felt safe and familiar. How she missed morning rambles through the misty meadows behind the dunes along the Kattehav Sea! "The Sea Witch

If you missed the beginning of Annie and Muxx's story, you can find it here: Part 1 Part 2 “Ding ding.” Annie looked up from her ancient-looking book at the sound of the doorbell. “Oh, hi! Peter, right?”

Ilsa ran until her lungs burned and her legs ached from fighting the stiff ocean breeze. The wind brought with it a few rain-filled clouds that settled above the town, dumping their contents in a brief

Dry Spell, Part 1 Muxx walked down the street until a swinging shop sign beckoned to him. Bex’s Bicycles. “Aha! Muxx, my man, you are a genius. Who needs a car anyway?” The girl behind the counter jumped

Part 5 Nádúrtha lugged her coddle and boxty up four flights to the tower's great hall. Mellen followed, clanging two bottles of metheglin and mugs. These he planted next to Leannán's meat fork, then scuttled

Image credit: 10787 via Pixabay “Hi Jenna. I just wanted to let you know that I won't be able to make it tonight. Something came up and I have to take care of this first. I was hoping to talk to you, so

Sara could read tarot. She divined on the radio, live, for a segment called The Hard Cards. Every Sunday night, she would lead her callers into the empty unknown for 3.99 a minute. Tonight’s caller introduced

I pulled this short together as part of the "Man versus God" flash fiction contest put on by the Fictioneers. A.D.A.M. My head hurts. I'll just sit here. Maybe it will stop. The tree felt rough

“Come on, boy. Let’s go.” “Yay! Are we going out? For a walk!? Right now!? Play fetch? I want to know!” My nose already smells the world outside. The smell of wet grass and dogs walking past... I can’t

“I don’t understand.” Ilsa looked over at Kerrie, but she was staring out the window and wouldn’t meet her eyes. Ilsa followed her gaze. Snow had piled up against the window ledge and frosted the tops

This story was written for a few reasons. First, it fleshes out a scene captured by @rea in the photograph below of a small tree and a tiny cloud. She took it on a bright day in Heartwood Forest near East

She knew it was illogical—-her father would have rejected the idea as fantasy—-but Ilsa knew the very moment her mother passed away. Her mother had been poorly for some weeks, barely eating, slowly growing