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To my friend
Hey, Man! Gavin here. I know I haven’t written home lately, so I wanted to catch you up. Let me tell you about how great last night was as I scramble to get ready for work this morning. Dude, it was EPIC! My buddies and I went from party to party, dancing and socializing over snacks and drinks in those intoxicating neons. Flashing discos didn’t hurt either. I love this city, there’s always something to do! Anyway, I met this really great girl who gave me her number on a napkin. We got to talk for a bit before her friends came and pulled her away to go to their next place of interest. She’s a ...
The Impractical Prankster
Warning: an adult themed fairy tale As he stepped out of the Fey Woods and into the realms of men, Vexx examined the sword that the Pixie Council had presented to him by taking a few practice swings. In reality, the weapon was smaller than a human steak knife, but to Vexx, who stood a diminutive fourteen inches tall, it was a hefty longsword. The sun’s morning rays pierced the towering trees behind him, refracting through his gossamer wings to form a shimmwww.onedoor.ccering rainbow and making his shadow stretch out before him like a colossal spectral warrior.Shaking off his heroic daydream, he sheathed his...
Ride or die
I tug on the fraying edge of the hole in my jeans, right above my knee. I can feel eyes on me. Not the people’s, though the train is crowded. No, I know those are my own demons watching me, crowding me, bringing forth a paranoia so potent, it makes my hands tremble. I tug and twist to busy my shaking fingers with something, all the while keeping my eyes down. Avoiding eye contact. A movement opposite of me is what causes me to lift my gaze. Boot regards me from where he sits on the bench across from mine, his eyes unreadable as ever. He looks relaxed sprawled in his seat, his legs spread in th...
Maelstrom
It was a beautiful night to die. The cart rolled to a jerky stop as the inquisitive crowd pressed in to catch a glimpse of her. Dozens of grimy hands reached in, grasping at her fine cloak and leather breeches. Why they’d let her keep her finery and baubles was a complete mystery to her. Perhaps, they thought it ironic that she would hang along with her stolen riches. Faces from the crowd leered at her. Some spat and shouted profanities. Others were simply grasping for a quick glimpse of her face or a piece of cloth from her coat. She supposed an item of clothing from the deadliest thief in al...