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Keys were splatterd across the floor, broken pieces lying in every corner of the room. He took a step and felt a pinch under his bare sole, lifting it..
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They start, swatting at it and waving their hands in a
useless attempt to make it go away.
“I can smell it.”
It stays there, innocen..
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“Things are different,” he said. “Things changed.”
She was crying over the jarlsberg, trying to listen out for
the whistl..
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You flick your nails against the page, a small purse forming
on your lips. It’s a natural reaction, one that you barely notice but you feel
a ..
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With a slight sweat sweeping across your forehead you
once again plunge your hands into the hot water. Grabbing the nearest plate you
scrub at it, a..
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When the sun rose she was still wearing the nightdress. It
was the old one her gran had let her use when she visited as a child; a pattern
of reds a..
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A Chapter by Archia
On May 8th 2125 you were summoned. Not to
court like your father had been or to the principality of Syristan to marry a prince
like you dreamed of, ..
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A Chapter by Archia
Three days later after
hours spent questioning the situation in your mind, you walk into the
Department of Psychological Science. The reception area..
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The day was stinking, sticky enough that even the flies
didn’t bother doing anything. The occasional dragonfly drifted across the
little sickl..
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