Killers Don't Carry Cards_an affair to remember_The Statistics of Morality_What Lies Beyond
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Killers Don't Carry Cards
Daddy came home late on a summer night, stinking of wine and dead porch bugs.They didn’t have a porch.His collar was stained with lipstick Momma didn’t wear, and the tag stuck out of pants that weren’t wrinkled before he left. He took one glance at his family-- his daughter, sitting peaceful and innocent on the floor with her unicorns and her books and her fairy tales miles from their tiny house, and his wife-- Momma, that is her name-- glaring with arms crossed and thin lips he don’t like kissing no more pursed. He read it all on her face. He said, “God, woman, I just went to the bar for a dr...
an affair to remember
TW: Contains blood and violence.Elian hears it all: her plan, the lovers’ tryst, the name of her new inamorato. It almost feels like the perfect love affair. Almost. Except, this is his wife he’s hearing pulge every bit of detail to her handmaid; the handmaid who has no allegiance to her lady, but rather, to the king. Has she forgotten that he has ears everywhere? Did she not understand that he meant that? If she was someone else’s queen, he would feel a bit sad for her, but she’s his.“Not a word of this to Elian,” Valeria warns her attendant then brandishes a small, bejeweled dagger. “Or I wi...
The Statistics of Morality
He flinched in surprise when it was cold instead of hot. His eyes flicked from the words “empirical methodology” to the partially-full mug of coffee which he had subconsciously set down in disgust. The black liquid, no longer steaming, looked like a miniature oil spill in the white ceramic.He rubbed his eyes. Gotta be at least 2am. Refusing to look at the nightstand clock as he passed it, he refilled the mug with burned coffee from the too-hot coffee pot. Half an inch of utter darkness, mirroring the bedroom window, still remained at the bottom of the carafe. Yuck, it’s all coffee grounds. He ...
What Lies Beyond
“Aren’t you curious?” Liona whispered, straining her bare toes trying to look over the wall. Her face barely made it to the top. It was too cold for them to be in their nightgowns, and too dark for them to be out of their beds. But there would never again be an opportunity so perfect. Alina was summoned back to the palace, and Maya was fast asleep having drunk a bit too much at the feast. Something a server had called a lager. Liona had thought she had misheard. The word oddly reminded her of wood. And why would anyone ever name a drink after wood?“You know I am,”www.onedoor.cc Kazek replied, standing a lit...