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Weekly Contest #254
The candles flickered throughout the great ballroom of Blackwood estate. The room was filled with blushing misses and their dutiful Mamas hovering closely by. Lords, a mix of young and old, looking after the young misses and looking for one of their own, were also close at hand. His Grace, Isaiah Blackwood, the Duke of Essex and his wife, the Duchess Anastasia, stood at the edge of the dance floor watching their eldest daughter, Aurelia, entertain one of many suitors filling her dance card this evening. Anastasia, in her navy blue ballg...
Weekly Contest #244
The strange man stared at Lorraine as she shakily took the picture from his hand. His hazel eyes scared her, the hurt peeking behind the seething anger. She tried to steady her breath long enough to take her eyes off his face and look at the photo trembling in her fingers. Lorraine exhaled, lowered her eyes to study the smiling couple. She saw the strange man, his hazel eyes twinkling with love instead of swimming in hate. He was dressed in a full tuxedo with tails, his now unruly hair, freshly cut low, diamond earring shining in h...
Weekly Contest #55
Felicia paused at the door. She wondered if the invitation was real. The Fellowship of the Black Hellebore was something she dreamed about. Most people dismissed it as a myth, Felicia knew it was real. She reached for the knob of the diner, not sure what to expect. The invitation she found on her bed had nothing but a picture of a black Hellebore, (one of the rarest, and deadliest black flowers) 12:27, and the name of this 24-hour diner: Gran’s. She wasn’t sure if the 12:27 meant am or pm and decided to come at am on a whim. S...
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