Year: 2018

  • A Foppish Coup, Part 2

    Sienna sat deep in a corner booth. Her hands clutched Pietr and Ivan Koskov. Sophie sat just to her right, leaning in. The three children leaned in to their adoptive godmother, sensing her fear and trying to both gain protection and give comfort. Sienna herself was dressed in a dark red gown, with a thin black cloak for propriety and comfort in the still-cold day. Lord Canterwright stood just a few steps apart, and nodded […]

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  • A Foppish Coup, Part 1

                To say that there are differences between men and women is about as wit-filled as to remark on how different a dog is from a rose in bloom. And yet it happens so often that both receive the same treatment. A rose is yelled at for not growing fast enough, is denied water due to laziness of its supposed master. And throttled for the crime of pricking when it is strangled.             Women are […]

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  • Making Friends, Part 17

    Bergsten knocked on his mother’s door. “Mother?” The woman stood at the other side, cautious. Her son had not been there in weeks, more used to what her ex-husband called “strong manners.” Bergsten had in fact left when she pleaded he stick around, and help his poor mother around the house. “Mother?” Bergsten tried again. “I’m home.” His mother opened the door, just enough to peek out. “This is home, now, is it?” She asked. […]

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  • Making Friends, Part 16

    “We are in so much trouble.” The winds from the outside spun through the great caves. Howled up through the temple of the death goddess of vengeance, swirling around the Acolyte’s clothes. Rafe stood off to a side, looking at the altar. The half-dwarf hadn’t cowered in ages, decades even. But he thought about it now, and his trembling knees were in agreement. “Maybe not.” Greta held up the clay prison of the Scourge of […]

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  • Making Friends, Part 15

    “Stop it, stop it, stop it!” Bethany grabbed Arlyle and held her close. The goddess gasped, her light out in an instant. The flame was snuffed before it could do any damage to the young girl. Bethany was crying. Crying. Tears ran down her eyes as she looked at Arlyle. “You’re supposed to be my best friend, Arlyle. We’re supposed to have tea parties, and, and go fun places…and have adventures! We aren’t supposed to […]

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  • Making Friends, Part 14

    “Arlyle, the Scourge of Darrenfell, and my best friend…stop it!” “What?” Arlyle looked at Bethany, questioning. “What’s wrong?” “You know very well what’s wrong, and you should stop it this instant!” “It” was currently chasing Bergsten and his cohorts across the Meadows. A pair of old bears, dark forest green and covered in strange runes, lolling across the ground on their great legs. Bergsten and his crew had laughed at the bears. Even tried to […]

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