Time Loops_The Purple Scourge_Dangerous Fumes_The Lucid Bond
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Time Loops
“It started because you didn’t want to go, correct? You stayed home? A regret you’d like to fix?” The demon in the shadowy corner of her bedroom tilted his head.Normally, Avery wouldn’t want anything to do with demons. They had limited power in the mortal world. If she saw one, she should leave the room, maybe call an exorcist.But this was not a normal time. He was sort of right. She wanted to fix her mistake, and this demon granted wishes. He didn’t even make deals, he just gave people something. So she took his hand, and made her wish.Her eyes shut. When she worked them open, she was lying ...
The Purple Scourge
Colette, Calisto’s seventeen-year-old apprentice, straddles Mazie, Castle Hogue’s prize pig.“Hold her steady,” the young magician says, waving a bowl in front of Mazie. Grunting, the oversized pig licks at the contents of the bowl.“All right, release her.”Colette steps away from Mazie, giggling as the pig wanders drunkenly around her pen.“Lowww.onedoor.ccoks like your potion packs a punch,” the attractive brunette says.“The question is, will it work?”Mazie suddenly nosepes into the mud, dead.“Well, we know it kills,” Calisto says.The pair stand over Mazie, waiting to see what, if anything, happens next.“Ar...
Dangerous Fumes
“Daaaaddy, can we look at the toys at Target?” Tyler asked, kicking his feet in his carseat.“Sorry, bud, baby sister needs diapers so we need to be quick. We’ll look next time, ok?” I told him as we pulled into the parking lot. My wife had just gotten home from the hospital and our chunky little girl had already outgrown her stash of newborn diapers, so I had to make a run to get some size one’s.“Ok, I guess,” Tyler said with a pout as I pulled him out and shut the door. It was a hot day, which already makes asphalt have a strange sort of smell to it. I held Tyler’s hand as we walked toward th...
The Lucid Bond
Release the Bond, Student.I returned, snapping my eyes open as I gasped for breath. Wiping away a bead of sweat as it trailed down my forehead, I looked across the small room to Var-Lu. Sitting cross-legged atop a sheepskin rug, Var-Lu’s eyes remained closed, his face unreadable beneath the traditional white tattoos etched into his bronze skin.He opened his eyes and spoke softly. “Slow today. Again dream?” He had a basic grasp of Imperial Common, but the translation from Sul-Nari seemed to confine him, limiting his words to short sentences and basic phrasing.I nodded, rubbing the sweat from my...