Meeno Bryes
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Hand-In-Hand
Luvlace was like my father's spear. A skinny, crooked thing with a sharp head, and a dirtiness that could never be completely cleansed off no matter how much one scrubbed. She's also tall, something she used against me when we played Conquering the Kingdom of Atlas. She liked to make like this additional height created her a better fit to lead. And maybe it did.
By Meeno Bryes4 years ago in Fiction
The Great Frost
I stood at the edge of the bridge, watching the man pull threading blue gloves over his stiff fingers. He cupped them to his mouth and rasped the last bit of warmth he could afford them before settling his back against the railing, letting his neck slump backwards so that his profile was outlined by the fog rolling in. From my vantage point he looked like a ragdoll slumped above an arching sea of white fabric, the type grandma used to cover her antiques in the attic.
By Meeno Bryes4 years ago in Fiction
