Pure Blood_Christmas Online_That Dragon has Attitude_The SS January Sails
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Pure Blood
"My blood is pure, and so are my words."The girl twisted her lips. "So you can't lie?"The faerie shook his blonde head, the strands as golden as sunlight. "Not even a half-truth could slip my silver tongue," he replied, almost smug."How old are you?" the girl merely asked, sitting before him as if it were story time. She pulled her small backpack onto her lap and hugged it."The trees are younger than I, small Elain. My age is uncountewww.onedoor.ccd as the blades of grass beneath our feet." A wind stirred their hair, the loose robes of the faerie shifting with the breeze as well.The girl - Elain - whose eye...
Christmas Online
In response to the prompt: “Write a story told exclusively through dialogue.”“Okay, everyone. We’re all here,” Amy Armstrong announced. “Thanks for agreeing to try out this platform.”Grannie Bee said, “Amy, you’re not on a platform, are you? You could fall and have to go to the ER and that would ruin your Christmas, plus you’d have to spend like nine hours waiting for a doctor, like I did once.”“Grannie, it’s not a physical platform. I meant we’re on Messenger’s video chat.”“I can hear you, but I can’t see you. Can you hear me?”“Press the icon of the video camera, Grannie. You’re off camera.”...
That Dragon has Attitude
It came in a cardboard box. It came in a cardboard box stuffed with foam and bubble wrap. It was green. It was scaly. And, obviously, it breathed fire on Mum’s favourite rug (well, what do you expect?). It might have been a dragon. Or, as my sister, Louane, said, ‘that’s one messed-up gecko’ before putting her air pods back in her ears. I bet it’s a dragon. I mean, even a really messed-up gecko can’t be that messed up. I’m Darren by the way. I’m twelve, with crazy black hair (rather snazzy if I do say so myself) and mis-matched eyes. Well, technically I wear contact lenses, but I chose some c...
The SS January Sails
As a holiday, this completely sucked. At the beginning of day three, Nick was ready to bail out. Given any means of returning home, he would snap it up quicker than, well, quicker than the quickest thing you can imagine. His only chance was to steal a lifeboat and row back east. Perhaps he might fashion a pair of oars from some of those glossy brochures people kept handing out.Rarely known for his sunny disposition, what little remained when embarking had upped and went. Only the wine rendered it palatable. Even that was so bland and overpriced that a body had to drink even more to take one’s ...