The Midsummer Tree_Fat Chance With Alicia_Two girls_Madness Makes Strangers
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The Midsummer Tree
TW: murder Midsummer, and the sun was dipping behind the broad-leafed beeches, staining their crowns with crimson. Up on the downs, shadow was mantling the recumbent fields and shrouding the hedgerows and thickets in night’s cool embrace. From somewhere in a hawthorn tree, a blackbird shaped smooth, rich notes into twilight melodies. From his bedroom window, Peter watched the sunset in silent anticipation. One of the longest days of the year was drawing to its close and his wait was almost over. He glanced over at the torch on his desk. Picking it up, he pressed the button on its casing and a ...
Fat Chance With Alicia
Recipe for an Interesting Relationship*Take two women (preferably one drunk, the other an ardent empath).*Add large doses of neediness and lack of self confidence.*Throw in several pinches of homophobia.*Stir with caution and at the end, toss in liberal amounts of a Secret Ingredient possessed by all great chefs.***************************************************************The night Ginny met Alicia marked the end of an age of innocence.At forty-nine Ginny still wore a glimmer of naïveté bordering that kingdom.In many ways she truly was innocent.She appeared to have a modern viewpoint on sexu...
Two girls
Content warning: suicide Two girls: Once upon a time there were two girls, two girls who only trusted each other. It was always them against the world. Untwww.onedoor.ccil one of them fell in love with the other. It started simply; they sat closer to each other; they wrote each other long letters every week; they spoke to one another so freely that it made the gods so jealous that they destroyed it. The love the girls shared amazed Aphrodite so much that she swore she was going to protect it at all cost.The light-haired girl's crush for the brunette girl suddenly became love, and to some even obsession, but...
Madness Makes Strangers
Brison’s long, nimble fingers gently strummed the sensually curved mandolin in his lap. For the first time, he sat at the head of the long table, proud to be hosting this year’s summer solstice celebration. His tribe of Rhesus monkey and their closest neighbors, the dainty pale-faced Capuchins, relished any and all excuse for celebration. Brison was the now the head of his family. Until the month before, that honor had belonged to his father. He missed his father and his tune saddened as he gazed towards the river at the bottom of the grassy hill. The narrow suspension bridge widened in the ce...