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TUS NUA - ch 32
TUS NUA – ch 32 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) Finola sat in the rocking chair Neil brought for her from her own home. “You know, Neil, Finn made that chair for me when I was pregnant with Nora. I’ve always loved it. Thank you for bringing it here.”
By Margaret Brennan4 months ago in Fiction
Fragments from the Veil — Chapter 2
The walk was short, but long enough. When we arrived at the restaurant, I thought it was plain and unimpressive — just one more locale in the plaza, with tinted windows that concealed the inside. Did I ignore the words that struck like lightning — their urgency — for this? I wondered. I glanced at Kristen, my unaware date — not for this, but for her.
By Marcellus Grey4 months ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 31
TUS NUA – ch 31 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) Luna was leaning against the wall, and at first tried to hide her impatience as she waited for Ana to be ready to leave. Luna wanted to get back to New York and her Mystic shop. However, as time progressed and she watched others interacting with the children, and her heart melted. She knew they couldn’t just leave the little girls until their lives were somewhat settled.
By Margaret Brennan4 months ago in Fiction
Fragments from the Veil —Chapter 1
I parked but left the car running. It was late summer, and it was still hot outside, even though it was late in the afternoon. I didn't want to become overheated — much less sweat — while I tidied up myself last minute. I had not seen Kristen in eight months, and I didn’t know if I would see her again after tonight, so I wanted to make a good impression.
By Marcellus Grey4 months ago in Fiction
The last laugh. Content Warning.
The back room smelled of dust and old wood polish, the kind of place performers ducked into when they needed a breath between acts. The little family of former criminals sat in mismatched chairs, laughter soft and easy, their voices carrying a warmth that could’ve belonged to any ordinary troupe. They weren’t running anymore, weren’t stealing anymore. They were just… living.
By Digi Dragon 05 (Or Digi or Revely)4 months ago in Fiction
Creature Coach
Iris is transported. Working in the solitude of her chamber, she glides effortlessly, generating a creative vortex. Her focus becomes so intense during alchemy that her body seems to dissipate. Hunger, sleep, and other normal functions become superfluous. She radiates energy like a color spectrum.
By Stephanie Crain4 months ago in Fiction
