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Submitted to Contest #337
Thjazin felt like dying. For a flashing nonsensical moment, he regretted the more-than-bold dosage of purpleslants that now broiled his blood from inside out. A bright-edged resonance lulled in his bones, hot and cold.He threw up into a vat he’d reserved for that particular purpose, and felt instantly better.He wiped his face and lied down, easing into it. He chewed on some peppermint leaves to ease the rest of the nausea, and to lift his spirits. This wasn’t his first auroch-hopping — it was supposed to feel horrible at first, and it was al...
Submitted to Contest #335
Oneiron’s heels clacked against the pavement as he trotted down the silent streets of Ailinn City, his short silken robe swishing as he went. With a magnificent yawn, he paused to snag a cigarette from a slender brass-container in his purse — peppermint blend to wash off the taste of the last customer from his mouth — lit it up and took a long hard drag that stung, blissful, to the very roots of his being.Oneiron turned sharp around the next street corner, headed to his house. The embers of rising sun bled into the neon lights of downtown — ...
Submitted to Contest #333
Savoring Life, Savoring Death Zorana knew that this was the highlight of Mrs. Maeve Albury’s week, but they both knew by now to take their time with it. Besides, Zorana would feel weird about taking her double payment without even making an effort to do what she was supposed to be doing. So just like any other cleaning lady, Zorana let herself into the big country estate with her copy of the master key, popped on her white and mint green -striped apron, and began dusting off the china and the frames of gilded portraits on the long musty cor...
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