Reflections don't change, but people do.
For Unwritten Curse's Cultural Diversity challenge, and dirigibleplums' Musical Muse challenge.
Calla Greenwich comes from a long line of Green Witches and has become the owner of Rose & Co. Apothecary after her grandmother, Rose, dies suddenly. The town rules it an accident, but Calla is certain that her grandmother's death has something to do with all of the disappearances in town. She's on the case with her best friend/ex-girlfriend, Bia, when strï»¿angers from a shadowy government organization that specializes in the supernatural come to town to investigate the missing people. She and her mother are on the top of the list when all evidence points to the occult. Will Calla clear her name and solve the mystery?
I wrote this poem after I read an article about an old woman's experience.
So this is based on the truth.
Arrives, the flies. It dies. Will rise. Eyes and bodies.
For Theia's Narrative OF Challenge.
A return home leads to a frightening encounter.
Warning: This story contains physical, verbal and emotional child abuse.
“Hello?” Kwai Sim says.
There’s a rustle at the other end, the plastic-pop of interference. Nobody answers, but the line is still holding.
Her heartbeat leaps to a frenetic pace before she even realises why.
“Daniel? Ah Khim? Is that you?” she says, very carefully. If she doesn’t say his name right, or with enough caution, it might not be him. Just her imagination, tricking the name off her tongue.
A series of conversations between two people.
For the Prefects' Celebration Challenge
A Cywydd Llosgyrnog Poem.
For Rumpelstiltskin's A Poetical Mood Challenge
you blush, you laugh, you sigh, you touch.
A set of  haikus
For Rumpelstiltskin's "A Poetical Mood" challenge
[rated T for mild sexual themes]
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The War revealed many truths about humankind...the most important of those truths is that all humans are innately inclined to violence and chaos. We are hosts to an entire horde of plaguing ailments like jealousy and greed and we lack the physical and emotional capabilities to cope with such diseases. That is how the War started. That is how the world ended. That is why there is a grand nothingness on the Outside, beyond the walls of the Sovereignty.
My name is Cyril Bernard and I play a highly important role in maintaining the peace and overall wellbeing of our wonderfully prospering society (despite what that Mark Van said because what does that peacebreaker know anyway).
Written for scooterbug8515's Anything But Harry Challenge
This was written for scooterbug8515's The Anything but Harry Challenge.
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Inspired by starbuck's awesome premade banner, I could write this.
A drabble for my as-yet-unnamed OF novel that has no plan or structure, just this little introduction of my as-yet-unnamed flawed protagonist... for now.
War with yourself, war with others, war in your mind. Conflict all around.
i shout the
This home is haunted by ghosts.
they say that people are made of light and stardust, but you? you are a blackhole.
the story of a girl who almost gave up
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and it was limitless, endless...
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A sweet monster who feeds on happiness lives beneath the surface of Dolor Lake.
A story about the depression that follows a happy manic.
2018 MFWHATA Winner -- "Most Deadly Fangs" [Best Dark/Horror]
July 2018 Sitewide Story of the Month
This one-shot was written for Angst Alone Challenge hosted by Margaret.
Sadly, I add this story has the allusions to sexual assault.