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Moon Lion

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A witch comes knocking

Esme ducked under the branches, clinging low to her broomstick as she flew deeper down into the forest. Once she'd landed she blinked up her secondary eyelid, adjusting the travel cloak and fixing the broomstick to the harness across her back, scanning the forest. Her Sight hadn't given her any reason to be alarmed, but witches went missing all the time, often taken by the same people that called them for help. And with the new regime, it was a worse time than any before to harbour a witch. But the forest sat quiet and empty, no sounds of...

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Cinnamon Tea And the Art of Being Normal

I loved the cafe like this, empty and quiet as the weak 4 am blue gave way to a bright, eye-burning sun. As always, I was in my usual booth, the tea I'd ordered an hour ago coagulating as I typed up the story. Less an endeavour in writing and more one in sculpting, as I hacked away at the blank screen, one keyboard click at a time. Angela, the sole, dedicated employee, moved a cloth over the gleaming counters, waiting for customers. Like every morning, it would be a long wait. Our cafe was sandwiched between two mega-chain cafes, and h...

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Forever and a Day

I smiled as I flipped through the sketchbooks I used to keep. There were so many things in here that were much worse than I remembered. So much anime, so many weirdly proportioned girls.  The room smelled different, new, which told me it had been much too long since I'd been this person.  A boy entered the room, sighing heavily as he slammed the door behind him and immediately started rifling through the closet that really just had a set of hangers dangling over a dumping ground of clothes. He swore as he dug through more and m...

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Blood Moon

A wealthy collector, named Henry Gibbs, didn't know what he would unleash on the New World when he left the old one. He'd realized that the Old World held no more opportunity for him, no more wealth to amass or titles to accumulate, so with adventure on his mind, he packed up his belongings and set off. He travelled by way of ship, those stinking floating, coffins of the sick, ill, and some healthy. Among Gibbs' treasured possessions was his wife, whom he loved quite dearly. Agata was a kind woman, who knew from her grandmothers the a...

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Should I stay or should I go?

"Well, this is it." Connor declared, shifting the car to park mode. Nila made a surprised sound, squeezing my hand tighter. She hadn't let go of it for the entire ride. I raised it to my lips and pressed a kiss into it. Nila chewed on her lip, nodding wordlessly. She seemed less emotional than she had last night. "Are you getting out or what?" Connor demanded, raising an eyebrow at me in the rearview mirror. "Or do you have second thoughts about running away?" "Connor." Nila glared at him, and I waved her off. "It's okay. Co...

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Like a corpse to the surface (Pt.12 of Mutants versus Witches)

Why do witches have cars if they can fly broomsticks? Do the broomsticks run out of fuel? But that question was one of the hundreds in my mind. And not the one I wanted an answer to. "John, you need to explain!" I shouted over the engine and the sound of the flying rocks. John's blue eyes were fixed on the dirt path, his hands clenched on the wheel as he forced the car away from trees. "Explain what?" Elysse asked, her fingers stained red where they pressed into Harry's bleeding arm. The telepath looked dazed, his breath slow and...

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The stroke of midnight (Pt.2 of Lost and Found)

The grand doors of the Great Hall creaked open, a weak light shining on hastily dressed nobles as the messenger limped in. "My lord," He croaked, clattering to his knees before the king. He pressed dusty lips to the king's hand. Leda rolled her eyes. Months embroiled in a war, and they still insisted on these nonsensical pleasantries. "What news do you bring from the front?" The king asked, straightening on the throne. The murmuring room silenced, everyone eager to hear something hopeful. "My lord, our dead continue to rise, with...

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Act 1 - The Falling

A harsh, inhuman screech sounded through the wall, and I widened my eyes, fingers digging into my face. My neighbour was a temperamental violinist, who was in the habit of torturing instruments in her dark moods. Which meant I was being tortured all the time. Sighing, I tried to force myself to concentrate on my paper. The violin bayed and whined, making my fingers freeze on the keyboard. I muffled a scream into my pillow, then sat up when the violin stopped. Instantly, I started typing. Only for angry words to bleed through ...

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Sanctuary of thorns in a garden of cruelty (Pt.1 of Lost and Found)

Leda had imagined the birth would involve a child's shrill cry splitting the air and a burst of excited speaking.But there were only murmurs and silence. Leda frowned, pressing her ear closer to the door.She yelped as the door was swung back, and her father came marching out. "Father?" Leda called after him, running a little to keep up. "Father? What happened?" The king said nothing, vanishing around the corner and Leda stared after him.Then she padded quietly into the birthing room, accidentally bumping into servants and the midwife. A...

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As I lay dying

Maia rubbed the small totem in her pocket, feeling it slowly lessen the numbness. The tent flapped with the wind as she stared at the creature in the cage. "Please," Maia tried again, stretching out a hand. "I'm not going to hurt you." "It won't understand." Maia turned to Lachlan, feeling the tears in her eyes. "What?" His eyes were fixed on the creature huddled in the dirty, bloodstained cage. "Its kind doesn't speak, not like we do." There was a creak, and Maia saw the creature's warm, gold eyes. She dragged a hand across...

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You're not you when you're hungry

A voice I never wanted to hear again was calling my name."B, wake up. Wake up!"I finally did, forcing my eyes open, and for a second I didn't remember where I was. Then I felt the familiars grooves of my wooden throne and remembered."There you are." Safine's large green eyes loomed in my face, and I glared at her.Have you ever had that one friend, that convinces you to start some crazy diet with them? The week starts off so well, you feel healthy. Good, even. And then all you can think about is food. Imagine doing that diet for more than a w...

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Hell hath no fury...

In the early days, before the mistress killing, and life-ruining began, they were quite happy.Hera hadn't at first, but she grew to adore her mercurial husband. Her godly attributes, of marriage and women, compelled her to be loyal, to love.They had their first child, a boisterous, kicking baby named Ares. Granted, Hera wasn't delighted with the child, but she felt that Zeus and she would only grow closer.All she wanted was to be loved.One night, when Ares' incessant wailing woke Hera up, a glance at her cold bed told her that her husband wa...

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Is it once upon a time already?

"Don't you remember?" The princess asked, climbing off her horse. Ella stared at her with muted horror, unable to compute what the Princess had said. The Princess frowned slightly, tilting her head at Ella. "Did you not hear me? I said, hello again, mystery girl." When Ella stayed quiet, the princess scratched her head, looking confused. "We met? Last night at my brother's ball?" Ella still hadn't said anything, and judging by the tight anxiety in her throat it wasn't going to happen anytime soon. "Okay. I'm just gonna assume his...

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Ring around the roses

Brian nodded at the armed man that protected the indoor playground entry, bringing up his ID for the guard to examine.The man's cold, grey eyes roved from the ID, down to the tiny girl half hidden behind Brian's leg."What's wrong with her?" The man asked, bringing his hand across his face like the scars running down Gemma's face."Nothing is wrong with her." Brian defended immediately. "She got sick as a kid, and survived." He glanced down at Gemma's quiet face, always worried about the effect this had on Gemma.The armed man narrowed his eyes...

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We are never leaving this house

"We need to go back." Talia insisted over the phone, and I sighed deeply, knowing that my sister would not be persuaded. "We need to move on. Tal, it's better if we all stay away." I shoved the phone between my cheek and shoulder, rummaging through my closet. Carefully, I managed to fling a shirt in the direction of the suitcase. It gently slapped its way into the gaping, empty suitcase. My phone slipped off my shoulder when Talia yelled. "I can't believe we're arguing over this!" Swearing, I fumbled for it, hitting the speaker in t...

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