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âDid you just come here to mock me?â âI came here to see you. Thereâs nothing wrong with that.â âDonât lie to me.â âI never lie.â âYou do nothing but lie.â âWhatever else you are, my dear, you are my sister.â âHalf sister.â âIs it so wrong Iâd want to see you? We group up together. I taught you to read.â âAnd then you allied yourself with our enemies and left me he...
Carmen stared down at the faintly glowing body in disbelief, her ragged breath the only thing preventing her from appearing as a statue, completely still. âTa da!â The Mystic beside her brandished a shaky, liverspotted hand at the young girl on the floor. âOne lover, locked and loaded!â âAre⌠are youâŚâ âAlways this amazing? Yes, yes, Iââ âFreaking kidding me?â Carmen finally snapped, tur...
Later, when sheâs older and her bones pop when she bends down, sheâll remember this. It makes sense. It smells the same-- Nebraska isnât so different from Missouri in the rain, and itâs the same muddy scent, even though sheâs on the driveway and not in the grass right now. The smell remains the same, and itâs the smell thatâll make her remember, when sheâs older, this day in the rain. Sheâll remember how the ra...
She looks young. Twenty-three, maybe? Iâm biased, of course-- she reminds me of my youngest sister a bit. Itâs the hair, I think, or maybe the clothes-- nice enough, but a little poorly fitting, like sheâd gone out with her mother before starting the job and bought anything that seemed business casual enough to wear in a government building. âMarianne, right?â She shrugs, as if she isnât sure. Sheâs sti...
Blech. The coffeeâd grown cold and whoeverâd made it that morning had somehow managed to screw up the most basic of processes, leaving a muddy floor of silty coffee grounds in the paper cup. Louise grimaced. Seriously, it wasnât like it was hard to make a pot of coffee decently. There were exactly two ingredients. She almost spilled said bad cup o f coffee as she sat down, but itâs not l8ike it couldâve made th...
The last second of Cassie Maclayâs life was cold, but filled with wonder. The sky was gorgeous, painted in the hues of the residual sunset that hadnât heard the news that the sun had already imploded, or vanished, or whatever had happened, and she held her baby brotherâs forearm with a sort of anxious delight. It was inevitable, as inevitable as the movements of the stars. What was there to be done? She barely understood...
Charis leaned over Cleopatra to grab her cup. âSo, are you worried about going home?â Cleopatra sipped her wine, and grimaced. The farther they got from Italy, the more bitter and watered down the wine became. âWorried?â âAnxious. You havenât been home since your dad got exiled. Are you worried that things have changed?â âOf course theyâve changed. I wouldnât be going home if they hadnât.â <...
Cleopatra tapped her earpiece awkwardly and fidgeted with the microphone in her collar. âAnd youâre sure that this will translate the⌠English, you said?â She looked at the markings in the pod nervously. None of the six languages she spoke came in handy here.Maline looked down at her tablet. âIt should. English is a bit⌠strange, so I canât be quite sure, but youâre understanding me just fine with your translator on and Iâm speaking modern Greek now, so it should work for English. I wish I had more time to test it out, but I was ju...
âMaâam? Itâs almost time to meet the ambassador.â Delaney Cohen cracked her neck and buttoned the last button on her top. She puffed out her cheeks and examined her lipstick for any smudgesâitâd been a while since she spoke French. Maybe the ambassador would speak English and she wouldnât have to fake her way through a terrible accent. She grabbed her lucky pebble and slipped it into her skirt pocket. <...
The snow sticks to my pyjama pantsâI knew I shouldâve put on jeans, but my bones just ache so much. I fumble with the car keys, which feel unduly clumsy between my fingers. I shouldâve just stuck out the fever at home. The parking lot is bare, with only my car and a small pickup truck, but there are lights on in the grocery store so I suppose theyâre still open. The employees must park in the back, I g...
âEldest sister?â Bernice looked down at her little sister, whose big brown eyes were, as always, brimming with unbridled curiosity. âYes?â âDo you know where Father is?â The eight-year-old scrambled up onto a chair next to her sister, peering hungrily at the figs that Bernice had halved for herself. Bernice sighed, and pushed the plate towards her sister. âGo nuts.â âThanks!â Wi...
The coffee has grown cold in the time since you started the Keurig and proceeded to forget about the coffee entirely. You look down in disgustânothing worse than cold coffee. You take a sip anyway, grimacing as it pours down your throat. If Jules were still here, sheâd tell you to put a little milk, ice and vanilla in there and give it a swirl and itâd be good as new.Jules isnât here anymore though. You take another sip of bitter, cold coffee.The walk from the kitchen to your computer seems even longer now that you can hear ...
Marcellus looked up at Mt. Vesuvius, looming over the city like a gentle giant, protecting their city. He tightened his grip around his younger brother and wished he could fill his brother with the mountainâs strength. âItâll be good again,â he said. His dog, Dorcea, whined, and put her chin on Crispusâs foot. Crispus sniffed and rubbed his eyes. âI know, but⌠I canât believe that sheâs gone.â âCrispus⌠Kiddo, she left two months ago. I thought you were doing better.â Marcellus bit his lip. Crispus had always been...
âYouâwhat?âQuentin sighed and readjusted his grip on the tree branch. âFor the last time, I found a giant stone fox statue in the crawlspace behind my closet and I donât know how to get it out on my own and I canât fall asleep with it there because thereâs a hole in my closet from that time that we locked Quade in there back in seventh grade.ââSo? Thereâs still a door for the crawlspace, right? Ergo, no problem,â Alexander slurred. He rubbed his eyes and looked up to where the stars would be if it wasnât for all the light po...
âBeth, please! Donât do this! Magic shouldnât be used like this, you canât bring her back, youââ âCanât I?â Beth casts a snide grin at me before looking back at her computer. âNo, you canât! I asked Mal, and heââ âMal is a child. He never knew the whole of what this power could do.â I squirm. I have to crane my neck at such a severe angle to see Beth from my vantage point of strapped to the floor that it hurts my neck and eyes both. âOnly one person has ever succeeded, and they onlyââ âThey only brough...
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