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Only The Legendary Survive in Fairytales, Anyway
“And then I asked her, ‘what’s your favorite season?’” The man paused, laughing to himself. His yellow teeth showing, distastefully. “This woman really said autumn. Can you believe that?” His friends joined in with the laughter, yet I wasn’t even smiling. Of course they didn’t care about that. I was just the bartender serving their drinks. I zoned out temporarily as I attempted to figure out what the orange blotch on the sleeve of his grey blazer was. “Hey! Don’t be a bitch, honey!” I scowled and turned my head to meet the eyes of another drunk stranger. “You’d better answer when I tal...
Salvation of a God
The sea gods were relatively subdued until they were insulted. And then their www.onedoor.ccanger would sweep over the shores, creep further inland until the gods’ fury would rest in the valleys as ponds of salty, useless water for weeks. This was the old belief, the explanation for hurricanes and ocean floods. What else could the water be than a punishment for a crime they couldn’t point out? That belief had been swept away by the Nel, Saed, and Spyre family decades ago, leaving it to the grandmothers and widows shuttered away in the halls of their families, sending prayers to what their younger family me...
Good Luck Cat
The cat appeared out of nowhere.Deirdre wasn't one to scare easily, yet when the black feline materialized on her porch railing between one blink and the next, she couldn't help jumping like a scared kitten."Jeez." She put a hand over her racing heart and glared at the cat. "Damn it, Callum. Don't do that."The cat blinked big green eyes at her.Wait. Green eyes? Callum's cat had—"Do what, Deirdre?"For the second time in as many minutes, Deirdre jumped as her husband's voice sounded at her shoulder. She spun around and, sure enough, Callum stood behind her, in human form, his bright blue eyes g...
Crown For a White Rose
The King of the Dead rose from his stone coffin with the tattered tangles of his once-royal robes hanging from his limbs. Bandages to cover up the damage of his ruined skin. He pushed his matted hair from his face, his crown nowhere in sight. He walked on the snow-covered cave floor, ice crunching under his bare feet. He inhaled. Breath whistled into his cold lungs. The air was spiced with a faint flowery scent. An insignificant sting punctured his chest. Wind snaked through the tears in his clothing. Humming faintly, he pinched the jagged shard of metal protruding from his flesh and pulled. L...