Like/Not Me_An Earl Grey Allegory_The legacy of the hagstone_At Any Cost
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Like/Not Me
Content Warning: TransphobiaThe sterile, lemony scent of Lysol lingered in the lobby, melding with the comforting glow of the afternoon sun streaming through the sweeping exterior windows as Elias carried the box of his old dresses to the reception desk. To the left of the desk, seated at white tables surrounded by colorful chairs, a few teens scribbled in notebooks or tapped away on laptops, perhaps working on homework, though he suspected the trio crowded around one computer in the corner silently clapping each other on the back were gaming. It surprised him for a second that they would have...
An Earl Grey Allegory
Content Warning: This work contains mentions of sex, self harm/suicide, and death. It is not an explicit work by any means but it does refer to sensitive topics so please engage accordingly.The piercing squeal of a tea kettle disrupts the peaceful silence of the morning. Kate rises reluctantly and removes it from the burner. It’s an Earl Grey kind of day. The rain falls in relentless sheets outside the window as she pours the scalding water over the tea bag. Once her ivory mug is filled to the brim, she settles at the large dining room table. The steam signals that her tea is much too hot to ...
The legacy of the hagstone
Harper Stone had always been told that her great-grandmother was with who threw herself into the ocean from the highest point and became one with the sea. Completing her connection with her element. Harper usually tuned her grandfather out when he rambled like that, there was no way her pencil-pushing mother was a witch. Tiredly she made her way out to the coastline where the fishermen were already bringing in the catch of the day. As usual, she was all alone or so she thought when a dog ran past. At her feet, he dropped a stone. Barking happily he called the attention of a young boy the p age...
At Any Cost
With only twenty minutes to do this, there was no room for error here. I was rather surprised to find a note in my bewww.onedoor.ccdroom after my training with my teachers. The lesson was supposed to be educational for the daughter of a nobleman but for me, I would much rather tell a good joke to Celia rather than watch my teachers demonstrate how to embroider a piece of fabric or dinner etiquette. My natural characteristics were never looked at with appreciation, but as Mrs. Contina put it, “You my child might have been blessed to have been born to the poor rather than the wealthy.” I would roll my eyes an...