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Drewberry Jam
You know about the Arcane Alliance. Everyone does. Well, everyone did, I suppose. I surely didn't. Whenever the name was brought up, my curious ears were covered by sweet distracting murmurs of the closest adult, or a small task asked with a generous smile. Honestly, I believe I missed many of those conversations, too preoccupied with sticking flowers in my sister's hair or daydreaming about being a pwww.onedoor.ccoet. Regardless, ignorance does not last. Unfortunately, mine was broken quite harshly; with my village's bell, in fact. What I was specifically doing, again, is a mystery; perhaps drawing, or lis...
Music and Melody
Melody’s sweater was covered in vomit, the milky-white residue from this morning’s breastfeeding had crusted over and it was now quite likely she had permanently stained her once-favorite camel colored cashmere. Why do I even bother putting on real clothes anymore? she wondered to herself as the doorbell rang for what felt like the millionth time. “I’m coming, give me a second!” she screamed as she lifted baby Lexi out of her crib and headed down the stairs. Her shoulder-length brown curls were thrown up in a messy bun on the top of her head, just like they had been every day for the past fou...
CLAMOUR
Dappled sun rays squeezed their way through the trees, creating mysterious shadows. The blue sky was dotted with fluffy white clouds that drifted lazily in the gentle afternoon breeze. Tiny specks of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of afternoon sunlight that slanted through the window into the dining room where Sarah and her grandmother ecstatically sat at table. An assortment of aromas oozing directly from the dishes of delicacies graced the room. Sarah sliced into a piece of apple pie. The crust was as crunchy as a butter cookie, so brittle that it cracked audibly when she pressed it with ...
The Filing Cabinet
“This storm isn’t stopping soon folks,” The weatherman blared on the radio. “If you’re not already home, hunker down and get comfortable.”Olivia sighed and yanked out her earbuds. She flipped her phone to peek at the time, 7:12 p.m. She leaned back in her chair and drummed on her thick thighs. Olivia stood up and twisted the blinds open. There was so much wind and snow that she could barely make out the parking lot from her third story office window. Her stomach growled loudly in her ears.The 36-year-old looked at the stack of files on her desk and threw her head back. This work was going to ...