A Tale of Fin and Fur_Facing Scars_The Color of Clairvoyance_A story of a wrench
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A Tale of Fin and Fur
After a great flood, a whole fresh ocean of water began to sigh, heaving its shoulders downward in reluctance. The tree tops were sopped like wet towels, but the flood-line dropped day by day as the great tide funneled itself into vertiginous streams and that tumbled over the cliff edges in foaming white. Sighing, relenting, the great flat lid of the flood began to swirl itself into whirlpools over the expanse of a great bat cave, the entrance a mere recess between two sheer rocks. Air hung humid in the lightless air, so that even the bats found themselves sweating and jostling in place. When...
Facing Scars
Ping. Ping. A young girl, barely fifteen years old, looked down at her phone. Her Instagram was blowing up. Strange. Kiley hardly posted anything. She never had anything worth posting. Besides, if she posted something, chances were she'd have to be in the picture, and that was never going to happen. Even hanging out with her friends, Kiley always refused to be in photographs. She could not stand seeing herself.So, it wasn't her post that was getting so much attention. When she opened her feed, DMs popped up one after another. Ping. Ping. Ping. They wouldn't stop, and Kiley desperately wished ...
The Color of Clairvoyance
Trigger warning: violence and domestic abuseA burst of red. A dash of blue. A spiral of black slowly absorbing all the other colors around it. Taking over. The void grew bigger and bigger until there was nothing left. That’s when Amie woke up. Her dreams were always strange in a way like that. She could never make sense of them, but she liked seeing the colors. Unless it was a black void of emptiness. She didn’t like that at all. She always associated colors with her dreams and feelings. That day she chose a purple shirt, a color she hadn’t seen in her dream.“Hey, Aims,” her older brother, Dal...
A story of a wrench
Like everyone else I had heard the King. His very own words. He had gathered us all in the town hall square. He told us a great danger was drawing near! His beautiful, beautiful daughter, Kunigunda, would be eaten alive! And by a dragon! I thought to myself, she wouldmost likely be eaten alive, after she was being barbecued by the dragon. That is, if my inside information of dragons is true.- Unless! The king went on. Unless the national hero steps forward.The one in whom I put all my trust!But why am I talking about this to you, losers? You know as well as me that a hero hasnt yet been born i...