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A Kind Home
This would be her masterpiece. With a chisel in one hand, a hammer in the other, Naomi paced the workshop. Her leather shoes tapped against the floor with each footfall. Candlelight flickered off a block of marble, taller than she stood, the stone a light hue of fading smoke. Naomi stopped and stared. She twirled the chisel around her fingers. It would be her masterpiece. She raised the chisel against the rock, breathed in, and readied the hammer. Then, with an exhale, she lowered her tools. Everything had to be perfect. She couldn’t strike a single flaw. Not one. The recipient would accept no...
Supper
“Don’t you remember?!” She took some potatoes out the bag and slowly started cutting them into thin slices. “I told you to be home by five www.onedoor.ccso you can help me make supper!” “Sorry mom” I walked in the kitchen and placed the jar of goblin eyes on the table. “I went to get snacks with my friends afterschool and lost track of time.”“Never mind - at least you’re home now. Go downstairs and get the human from the dungeon so we can cook it.” “Ok, I’ll be right back.” I popped one more goblin eye into my mouth before leaving the kitchen. The wooden stairs creaked loudly beneath my feet. Dad keeps sayi...
The Heist of Tarot Bell
Skilled mages know the difference between seeing the future and pination: Divination - using cards or bones or the stars or such - gives a vague answer for a question asked about some distant future. Actually seeing the future can only happen if the future is definite... which lets one see about ten or so seconds into the future: longer if one limits one’s view to the immediate region. My grandmother was a ninja - able to see her opponent’s moves a full fifteen seconds into the future if she focused.I tried my hand behind the tarot desk at the drive-thru of Tarot Bell. I was given the job outr...
Faerest
Note: “Niamh” is an Irish name, pronounced “Neeve”, like “Eve”Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived with her father and stepmother in a sturdy wooden house in a town that was more brown than green. It was a coal town, where the ghosts of miners were said to haunt the corners of every empty street.Once she had asked the pastor if her birth mother, the one who had left the world just as Fiona entered it, also roamed the lands as a ghost. Of course not, she had been told. Women were angels, gentle spirits. They would never be ghosts. But, as she would come to know, they could be something ...