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Submitted to Contest #315
The silver-light sound of cracking porcelain woke Annadae from her sleep. The hazy blue morning drifted through the window, but she fitfully attempted to gain another dream or two—though the memory sneaking into her dreams again had been precisely what had awoken her to begin with. Eventually, she conceded to the daylight and slipped out of her sheets. Still barefoot, she climbed the careful pattern of stones down her tower’s wall into the garden. Her fingers roamed the buds and leaves, edging around the bonny bees to pluck out her selecti...
Submitted to Contest #313
I flex my hand, testing out the newly unstitched finger. The Marrow-Weaver had sewn along the seams of my inner pinky to leave minimal traces of the incision, even once it scars. I don’t know whose bone I’d been switched with, but that’s rather the point - if I knew, naturally their secret would not be Kept very well at all. It couldn’t have been a very large secret for a bone so small - a simple pinky promise if you will. But it had to have some degree of importance in order to be Kept in a Crypt such as me. The Marrow-Weaver leaves my cel...
Submitted to Contest #298
He is looking at himself in the water. She cannot see his face, only his back that is dusted with blossom petals from the endless orchard. He dips his hand in the ribbon of water cutting through the trees then brings a palm-full toward his lips. He tenses and begins to turn. The water from his hand crashes into the creek. Isleen awoke. The storm had made its way into her cabin. She shouted for assistance from her sleeping crewmates, pulling herself from her cot, and splashed hurriedly up the steps to the main deck to find the captain holle...
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