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The Book of Marie
She missed her siblings. At least now Adriel and Gloria knew about the baby. She hated all the secrecy, but it was for the best of intentions. Castro was a dangerous Black Dragon. His power was just dark enough to be overpowering and destructive. That was how he had gained control. He'd beaten down Adriel and Gloria, took over their lives, until the family had been split and destroyed. Now, he was the chaos behind the family. Always lurking in the shadows and always destroying things before they had time to grow. She didn't want her son anywhere near Castro.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️10 months ago in Fiction
Lamia. Content Warning.
“She’s the first?” Mona asked the Doctor. “She is,” Dr. Brody nodded with a smile. “And it’s safe?” Mona asked, wringing her hands together. Judith Brody M.D. had dreamed of this day since she was a child. Finally, something good could come from her obsession. The obsession she’d had ever since that monster had destroyed her family and had nearly taken her life.
By Raine Fielder10 months ago in Fiction
War Bride
Princess Kathryn hadn't expected to actually marry her kidnapper. Kathryn would have done her duty as it was laid before her - she'd fantasized only briefly about shipwrecks and daring rescues, or the carriage breaking a wheel and necessitating that they turn back - on her way to her wedding. The price of a princess's privilege was that her life was not hers to command, but at the service of her people. That didn't mean that she couldn't have quiet complaints about marrying someone nearly her father's age, as Duke James of Slesian was.
By Natasja Rose10 months ago in Fiction
Magnificent Magenta of Time Travel
This piece was originally published on Medium almost two years ago. ************** A gargantuan grape-colored glow stick, the FlewChin bisects Glendale, California, and runs alongside the freeway until it disappears into another time.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile10 months ago in Fiction
Death by Moonlight
I put down my sandwich, the salty pickles and melty cheese not hitting like usual; each swallow felt hollow. I sighed. Comfort food had lost its comfort. I reluctantly switched on the TV, wishing I could stay in denial. I slid the curtains closed to block the glare.
By Steph Marie10 months ago in Fiction
The Last Set
I haven’t seen Rosemarie since high school when we were in a band called Living on the Wind. We performed in small coffee houses on the New England coast. Now, I’m a retired vocalist and a former hippie, volunteering at shelters. I see her standing in the food line with her incomplete wishes.
By Pamela Williams10 months ago in Fiction
The Bitter Winter of 1944
The cold in 1944 was unnatural—it was a cold that breathed. It moved beneath your skin, coiled in your lungs. Private Ben Mercer had stopped feeling his fingers days ago, but each morning he counted them like rosary beads. Ten. Always ten.
By Sandor Szabo10 months ago in Fiction
