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One more wedding. Thatâs what sheâd told herself. Her portrait studio was already up and running, and she was done with the traveling and the fourteen-hour days and the family drama. Just one last wedding. Jacqui checked the time on her phone for the umpteenth time and inhaled deeply. Screw it, the mindful breathing wasnât cutting it. She caught the bartenderâs eye. âWhiskey, please. Neat.â She normally never drank at weddingsâat least not until she clocked off. But this uncertainty was doing her head in. She shouldnât have agreed to the job...
Weekly Contest #358
Note: This story contains physical violence and a reference to self harm (off the page). The Red Books by Jessica Fisher Riches Nobody believed in me. That was their first mistake. * Gwen stood in front of the locked door, empty handed but for the key. No tool, no potion, no rune stones. Just a key, and a word. Two weeks of blowing off her homework to read mind-crushing non-school related textbooks, endless botanical potion trials, and sneaking around the house in the dead of night to test each magical utterance, and she finally had it: ...
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The Villa Standing on the patioâs edge, they watch the sky turn purple. Mika steals glances at Dominik, leaning on his elbows on the iron railing. His hands are battered, not bartender hands at all. His profile is strong, his brows earnest. A good mouth for kissing. Thatâs the drugs. They were thrown together on this adventure to the outskirts of Prague, coming along to this unknown villa party with other people who ditched them. It could have been a very crappy night, but Dominik believes in Drug Buddies. He hasnât left her side since they...
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