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The Lady In Red
“You’re mad, I can tell.”I shake my head but I can’t shake off the petulance – lips pursed, jaw slung lazily into my palm. Because truth is I am mad. It’s our anniversary and he’s miles away, again. I can tell he hates this as much me, even through the video call I spot the guilt etched between his eyebrows. Doesn’t make it any less shitty.“Erica…”“I’m not mad at you, Michael. Just upset. And I know it’s not your fault,” I add when a response plays on his lips. “Important client, big opportunity.”“And just one more year.”“I know,” I say. But a year's a long time. This time apart is taking its ...
The Silver Bird, the Hunter's Crown, & the Queen's Treasure
*Featuring characters from "Message from the City," "A Trickster's Tea Party," and "A Family Secret""This is not what I expected." Iki has never felt more out of place than she does right now in the woods. Wearing brown leggings under a skirt of woven branches, a brown tunic belted with leaves, and a custom antlered crown on her head and holding a spear... that's not her thing."It takes a bit to get used to." Luz pushes a leafed mask over his face. "It was weird my first time here too. It's a whole royal court tradition." He had twigs arranged over his chestwww.onedoor.cc and shoulders like armor."I'm not r...
To Be, Or Not to be
“You can’t stay here. They are going to eradicate all life on this island. Something to do with contagious viruses being released under the sea. Contamination has been discovered on the other side of the island. I don’t know any more about it than that, they didn’t tell us much. But Dad, they said to come and help you get resettled. You need to leave. We need to leave, now.” “I’d rather not.” “It is not a matter of whether or not you want to leave, it is a matter of having to leave. The World Health Organization has determined that whatever has invaded this island has the potential to spread ...
Train Ride
I know she can feel me looking at her. I try to suppress the shock that is contorting my face. She’s eight or ten people behind me in the line. I avert my eyes, barely, attempting to camouflage my snooping. Her greasy hair and splotchy pink skin burn in my peripheral. The oblivious baby on her hip. The royal blue spaghetti strap dress. Half-dress. I shiver.She’s looking at me, it’s obvious. Disgust plastered on her face. Everyone is looking at me. Well, this is what he wanted. What he always wants. I’m used to the attention. A cool gust of wind shoots between my legs. I shiver.Why is she weari...