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Shouldn’t Have Waited


“Wait for me under the third lamppost,” he begged her. “I’ll meet you there at midnight and we’ll start a new life. Just you and me.” He was late, bruised ribs trying to cripple him, but he was there. She … Continue reading

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Something in the Woods (complete)


#instagramstory #shortshort #microfiction No one ever went back that road. There were houses on either end, but it was the places in between people told stories about. They said there was more to that land than strange noises and walking … Continue reading

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Summoning Pt5


The guardsman’s mouth drops open slightly as you speak, his gaze quickly reassessing you. Your clothes are commonplace and serviceable though, not unlike his under the chainmail shirt that is the city’s standard issue for its guards. But the head … Continue reading

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Something in the Woods


No one ever went back that road. There were houses on either end, but it was the places in between people told stories about. They said there was more to that land than strange noises and walking shadows, more than … Continue reading

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A Mother’s Day Blessing


My stomach began to twist into knots as we tried to find parking. We live in the suburbs of a major city, and the often vicious hunt for parking is a mundane part of life. But the country girl in … Continue reading

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Summoning Pt4


The guardsman steps into your personal space, reaching out a hand to grab at Azure’s lead as though to prevent you from running. He pats the horse’s neck, assessing you with quick and sharp eyes. He moves and assess like … Continue reading

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Summoning Pt3


The smith leads your freshly shoed horse, Azure, out from behind his shop. You examine his work and then nod in approval, passing over a silver for each shoe. The burly man takes the silver with a grunt, hefts its … Continue reading

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