Walking Glasses | Pt 2.

Walking Glasses | Pt 2.

Previously: “Darling!” Her father straightened. “Don’t.” “He’s grown complacent,” Lady Alverette hummed. “Thinks that he’s all that—won’t even pay attention to my daughter?” “Our daughter,” he corrected. “Ravina, don’t listen to your mother-” “Ravina,” her...
Walking Glasses (Friday Fiction)

Walking Glasses (Friday Fiction)

FRIDAY FICTION : CONTEMPORARY FANTASY “…And that’s your spell?” High Magician Maurous looked down his nose at the grim trainee. “Miss Lucien, you do realize that spell creation is a significant portion of your overall grade and will affect your ability to graduate in...
Candy | Prompt #228

Candy | Prompt #228

Candy. She’s sweet like sticky, salty caramels. Wrapped up in fancy paper, costing twice as much as regular milk caramels. Sticky–because it’s dangerous to even look at her. If I stare too long, she’ll notice. If she doesn’t notice,...
Fry | Prompt #220

Fry | Prompt #220

“They are just sitting there,” Elantra said. She swiped a fry from Detective Osborne’s plate, her blue-eyed gaze fixed at a point somewhere beyond the diner’s front door. He gave her a look for that insult to his personal space, but continued to work his way through...
Torch | Prompt #219

Torch | Prompt #219

PROMPT : TORCH “I’m not carrying a torch for anyone!” Julienne grumbled. She ducked the incoming headslap from her older brother. “Definitely not for that jerk and not even for you.” She scowled. Her older brother, Merton, gave her a...
Middle | Prompt #218

Middle | Prompt #218

Middle. She was always the middle. Never first. Never last. Just stuck. Right there. In the middle. In the shadow of Jamie’s greatness. In the wake of Allison’s brilliance. Plain old Sherry. Their music teacher, Mrs. Grey scowled fiercely over the top of her tiny...
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