Category: Short Stories

  • Lost at School, Part 1

    We were woken up with a bomb. A small one. Just enough to get our attention, and tear apart our new front door. A front door I had made, mind you, and had just gotten to fit right. The remains of some rubble, sure, but I was proud of it. I woke with a start. And stopped. A bomb? There was no way that was a bomb. We were in the middle of Gratitude. They […]

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  • A Foppish Coup, Part 31

    “I tried to warn them,” Canterwright said. He laughed, looking at his fellow conspirators’ angry glares. “We played for keeps. Tried to get you good, and lost. No use crying about the rules we would be cheering over later.” Viola nodded. Someone understood, truly. She gestured, and Nalus unlocked the cage. She stood before Canterwright. “I confess, you were not what I expected, Canterwright. You are not a sycophant, or a pervert, or a power-hungry […]

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  • A Foppish Coup, Part 30

    At the sight of Viola and Nalus, the nobles started to scream and protest. They demanded to see their families, the guard. Nalus was supposed to be on their side, and release them. This was a great indignity, how dare they be subjected to such torment! Only two remained silent. Illyana Petrovich leaned against the back of her cell, forgotten. She stared back at Viola with open hatred. If these bars were out of her […]

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  • A Foppish Coup, Part 29

    Viola loved the common folk, in her particular way. She loved their straightforward nature. They wanted to kill her, and end a tyranny that they had been told was real. And when presented with the facts, or better yet her facts, they turned on the true villains. Bound those they once called master, led them through the forests, and dumped them upon Viola’s doorstep. Viola ensured that each member of the force was duly paid […]

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  • A Foppish Coup, Part 28

    Sienna was released quickly. The bartender was already making excuses as he cut her bonds. He had been coerced, threatened even by the nobles. He was just another unwilling pawn. Sienna rubbed her wrists, grimacing. How little he knew about Viola’s world. No more would being a servant save the weak. The countess expected all to become strong in their own right. Weakness and subordination would not be a defense. She walked out of the […]

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  • A Foppish Coup, Part 27

    Viola stepped forward, and bowed her head. “May I apologize?” She asked. “On behalf of my family, and this situation…life. It has not always been kind, and you are my subjects. It is my duty to ensure your peace and tranquility. If any of you has suffered, then that is my failure as ruler. “I shall listen. I shall hear. And your voices will help change the destiny of the Valley.” “Get rid of the […]

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