Carrying Stones_Tea Stains_Fairy Military_James Swatt
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Carrying Stones
The last moon of the old year was not visible in the sky. The sun had vanished early in the afternoon and the moon refused to appear, leaving only black and bitter night. It had been an unusually cold winter, and by the time what should have been the beginning of spring arrived, snow still splintered underfoot. The islanders celebrated the new year anyway, with the same stubborn tradition they did everything with. When their ceremonial fires sputtered out in the cold, they smudged the ash across their children’s faces to protect them from hungry ghosts. When the sun was smothered by the horizo...
Tea Stains
(Contains reference to infidelity.)The sky was raining tea that day. It was spilling over the rooftops. Pooling in the gutters. Dumping out the downspouts and washing through the sewer grates when Lavender ran up to Matcha’s bench under the awning.Her hoodie was dotted with droplets. She was half an hour late for her appointment“Sorry I’m late, but you will not bel-eeeve what happened in class!” Lavender’s eyes were lit up. She was waving her hands as she spoke, a sure sign the story would be potent.Clouds were brewing, rolling over the high-rise buildings. Cars whisked by the park.Matcha held...
Fairy Military
TW: Parent deathSitting in this tent, in a place they’ve never been before, with people they’ve never seen before, eating food with unknown origins, all five teenagers were relatively calm. They all knew this was a possibility. From the moment each of them turned thirteen and found out that one of their parents wasn't from Earth. Marcus forked his greens aimlessly while thinking about the time his parents sat him down after his thirteenth birthday party.He was sitting on their old couch while his parents sat across from him on dining room chairs that they pulled up. After having such a great d...
James Swatt
Dear diary,One thing about me.I like my peace.Don’t rock my boat, don’t disturb me more than is necessary.Just don’t.Shy and withdrawn but with a sassy tongue and a hyperactive imagination, I still drew people to myself by some form of miracle.Yes I had friends. They saw my awkwardness to be cuteness and I had no point in letting them know the difference.Then drama club happened.Yes, Drama club.One would think someone like me would shy away from something as interactive, as loud as drama club. But it’s all in the name. Nobody called me dramatic Delilah for nothing.Well nobody ever called me dr...