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TW: child abuse Sophie’s feet kicked idly as she shaded a tree with a green crayon. She finished the tree and held her paper up like she’d seen an adult do once, squinting as she nibbled on the crayon. She decided the drawing looked good, and hopped off her bed to pad across the carpet and stick it to her corkboard with a thumbtack. Stepping back to admire her work, Sophie put her hands on her hips and tried to whistle appreciatively, but all she...
James Ariodontes grinned as he hurriedly carried the potted plant out behind his small stone cottage. An Acralosa tree, all the way from the Eastern seas! James’ father had traded for it during his recent journey to town, some twenty miles distant. The stories said that Acralosa grew to be the oldest, biggest trees in the world, but James had never expected to be able to plant his own! Once he fou...
I stomped snow off my boots as I stepped inside the opulent mansion. The blast of heat instantly fogged my glasses in contrast with the raging blizzard outside. Officer Dale Benson waved me over from the living room. “Detective Tanner, glad you could get here so fast,” he said. “How’s the weather out there?” “Terrible. But my blubber keeps me warm.” I patted my ...
Katarina walked through the cool halls of her home, listening to her slippered feet fall softly against the stone. She glanced at a tapestry on the wall, depicting some ancient, terrible battle, and felt her throat catch. Her father never called for her at this time of day unless something was very wrong. Had someone died? She couldn’t think what else might merit this unexpected summons. She hurri...
“What do you have there?” The voice brought the young man out of his scrutiny, and he was surprised to see a pretty woman seated on the opposite side of the table. He hadn’t even heard her enter the common room. Was this how college students always struck up conversations? “Oh, uh, hello. I’m sorting pennies. My name’s Tom, uhhhh, what’s yours?” He paused awkwardly, unsure how to handle this intrusion. &nbs...
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